Let the Dice Roll!

A lighthearted note from a thinking citizen, on a not-so-lighthearted topic.

Channel U's 9pm newsflash came on while I was surfing away on my PC at the other end of the living room. I had left my TV set on again, mainly for some peripheral sounds to break the lonely silence, and err, perhaps to catch any good shows that might come on. What was I thinking...

Although I do not usually care much for TV news, the newsreader got my attention effortlessly as her voice ringed with importance at every word that she enunciated with gusto. The short bulletin's agenda consisted of mainly the same news that I've already read in the morning papers. However, familiar content aside, something sounded strange to me. I made a quick mental rewind to what I just heard.

It was in Mandarin, and roughly translates as, "Singapore to Build Key Regional Gambling Rehab".

Hmm. If you've been concerned enough about important but boring state affairs to be following the casino episode closely, then surely you might find some inkling of irony in the statement above. Do we want to encourage gambling, or discourage it? Is the rehab a by-product of the gambling industry, or is the casino built to further boost our nation's healthcare pursuits? I suppose the big idea is to attract foreigners to come for an all-in package of sort - spend lots of money, get themselves addicted to gambling, turn to our professionals for medical attention and counseling, then either successfully turning over a new leaf and perhaps start allocating their money to some other businesses in Singapore, or getting itchy fingers once again for the viscous cycle to kick in while we count their cash. Or so I suspect.

Just barely 24 hours ago, our government gave Singapore the green light for an ambitious project to turn Singapore into the new Vegas of the Orient. And now, within this short period of time, newspapers had reported on all the essential issues to be dealt with, followed by more repetition on the TV and radio news. They've basically got everything covered.

The headlines read: "...will ensure 'clean' casino business...will build first-class rehab...will restrict patronage and minimize social ills..." Sounds rather like answers to FAQs often laid out to guide and assure the concerned consumer. It's like as if the decision-makers were thinking, "In case you are wondering, everything is in control."

(General sentiment: Everyone expected the green light anyway, just like how the traffic lights are tuned to surely turn green. In the meantime, the general skeptical public awaits for the red light next to attest to their own good foresight, before eagerly spitting "I told you so"s into the parliament's face.)

So why was I bothered by a simple headline? I reckon it is because, unlike other exciting projects of similar scale, there were no hip-hip-hoorays, no big vision on the better future to be anticipated, not even the slightest excitement felt. Instead, we get constant reminders from mass media on how we can curb this and control that.

First, we will be able to apply for our family members to be blacklisted for entry to the casino, in case they gamble your share of inheritance away. Then, we will impose $100 per entry charge to prevent misers and paupers from winning the rich's hard-earned money. And of course, we must not forget to set up a rehabilitation center, the best no less, to make sure the cash-rich vice-doers have an alternative channel to devote their assets to, come one day when they change their mind about engaging in immoral punting.

Looks like the net has been cast and no fat fish shall escape. Majulah Singapura!

(For the record, I am not for nor against casinos. I am just one of those who enjoy sitting on the fence to watch two camps fight, then shrug and walk away.)


At this juncture, I would like to show my deepest appreciation to all those smart and far-sighted people at Blogger who created the magical 'Recover Post' tool. I committed the unthinkable mistake of clicking on the Publish Post button when my Pay-As-You-Roam internet connection had expired. I hollered in agony and quickly recovered myself, fist in my mouth, to subscribe for more airtime. I was all resigned to my ill-fate and ready to rewrite my post above when I realized that I can recover everything with a click of the mouse. Unbelievable! I've found the will to live, once again.