M Ahmadinejad

[Rasputin]

[Sepideh_UK]

jalebe
Mamnoon

[Rasputin]

[Nutcase]

click on this URL:

http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/60minutes/main3415.shtml

to view a short segment of the above mentioned interview video that will be airing tonite on CBS, check your local listings.

[Sepideh_UK]

Thanx, it was gr8.

[donsaeid]

click on this URL:

http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/60minutes/main3415.shtml

to view a short segment of the above mentioned interview video that will be airing tonite on CBS, check your local listings.

thanx alot... do you have all of the interwiev? or know how to get it?

[donsaeid]

i found just voice... enjoy

Ahmadinejad interview and retrospect

[ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31fv4YMzwYU[/ame]

09:01

[Nutcase]

said jan, i will be recording the interview tonite on my computer, albate it will be long, if u like i will send it to you via yahoo so u can post it here later on.

[donsaeid]

do that

send it to me... i will edit it... and make it smaller... and put it for others to see..

very very nice of you to do that thanx you alot

[Nutcase]

khahesh mikonam, here is another link pertaining to the olagh in chief of iran:

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/13082006/6/n-world-iranian-president-lambasts-new-blog.html

[Rasputin]

احمدی نژاد وبلاگ نويس شد



محمود احمدی نژاد، رئيس جمهور ايران، وب سايت تازه ای با نام 'يادداشت های شخصی' راه اندازی کرده است.
در اولين مطلب منتشر شده در اين وب سايت شخصی (وبلاگ)، آقای احمدی نژاد ذيل عنوان 'زندگی نامه' می نويسد: "در ايامی كه اشرافيت شرافت بود وشهرنشينی كمال، در خانواده ای تهيدست در روستايی دورافتاده از توابع گرمسار متولد شدم."

رئيس جمهور ايران در پس از اين جمله در نوشتاری نسبتا مفصل به شرح داستان زندگی خود از بدو تولد در سال 1335 خورشيدی تا زمان پذيرش آتش بس ميان عراق و ايران در سال 1367 می پردازد.

به گفته آقای احمدی نژاد، وی قصد دارد از اين 'يادداشت های شخصی' در دنيای مجازی اينترنت به عنوان 'مجرای جديد ارتباطی' بهره ببرد. او در اولين مطلب منتشر شده در اين وبلاگ می نويسد: "به اميد خدا قصد دارم حتی المقدور ... اين پايگاه را هر هفته يک يا دو بار به روز كنم. پيشاپيش نيز بابت تاخيرهای احتمالی در ارسال مطالب جديد عذر خواهی می كنم."


به اميد خدا قصد دارم حتی المقدور ... اين پايگاه را هر هفته يک يا دو بار به روز كنم. پيشاپيش نيز بابت تاخيرهای احتمالی در ارسال مطالب جديد عذر خواهی می كنم


محمود احمدی نژاد در وبلاگش

پيش از اين در دوره انتخابات رياست جمهوری نهم نيز آقای احمدی نژاد - همچون نامزدهای ديگر - اقدام به راه اندازی وب سايت کرده بود. گسترش اينترنت در ايران طی چند سال گذشته خيره کننده بوده و به نظر می رسد دنيای مجازی به تدريج جای خود را در شئون مختلف جامعه ايران از جمله سياست باز می کند.

روی آوردن ايرانيان به اينترنت در چند سال اخير نه تنها زبان فارسی را به يکی از رايج ترين زبان های وبلاگ نويسی بدل کرده، بلکه موجب شده بسياری مقام های رسمی و سياستمردان ايران نيز - همراه با اين جريان - خود را وارد دنيای مجازی کنند.

سيد محمدعلی ابطحی، معاون رئيس جمهور در دوره آقای خاتمی، از زمره دولتمردان جمهوری اسلامی است که با وب سايت شخصی خود با نام 'وبنوشت' در ميان جمعيت 'وبلاگ نويس' ايران به چهره ای شناخته شده بدل شده است. شخصيت های ديگری چون عطاءالله مهاجرانی، وزير ارشاد سابق و رجبعلی مزروعی، نماينده اصفهان در مجلس ششم، نيز از زمره وبلاگ نويسان هستند.

چندی پيش گروهی از جوانان هوادار محمد خاتمی، رئيس جمهور پيشين ايران، برای وی وبلاگی با نام 'مردی با عبای شکلاتی' راه اندازی کردند که او تنها به نوشتن يک مطلب در آن اکتفا کرد.

بهره گيری روزافزون از اينترنت به عنوان راهی تازه برای ارتباط برقرار کردن با مردم، به ويژه در مراکز پژوهشی دينی، شخصيت های مذهبی و مراجع درخور توجه است. از چهره هايی که در دنيای مجازی حضور دارند می توان به نام آيت الله مصباح يزدی، روحانی پرنفوذ محافظه کار، آيت الله سيستانی، از مراجع بزرگ شيعيان در عراق، و آيت الله علی خامنه ای، رهبر جمهوری اسلامی ايران، اشاره کرد.

http://www.ahmadinejad****/

[Rasputin]

Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has joined a burgeoning international community - by starting his own weblog.
The launch of www.ahmadinejad**** was reported on state TV, which urged users to send in messages to the president.

Mr Ahmadinejad's first posting, entitled autobiography, tells of his childhood, Iran's Islamic revolution, and the country's war with Iraq.

The blog includes a poll asking if users think the US and Israel are trying to trigger a new world war.

There is a postform for users to send in questions for the president, and a picture gallery containing a series of images of the blogger himself.

The move by Mr Ahmadinejad comes amid continuing internet censorship by the Iranian government.

With hope in God, I intend to wholeheartedly complete my talk in future with allotted 15 minutes

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's blog

In a country where the media is strictly controlled, the internet has become the main forum for dissident voices.

But in its bid to crack down on anti-government bloggers, the government uses one of the most sophisticated internet censorship systems in the world.

Such restrictions will not pose a problem for the president. However, at the end of his first posting - which runs to more than 2,000 words in English - he promises to try to keep things "shorter and simpler" in future.

"With hope in God, I intend to wholeheartedly complete my talk in future with allotted 15 minutes," he writes.

Nose bleed

Mr Ahmadinejad's first entry on his blog, which is available in Persian, Arabic, English and French and includes an RSS feed to get future new entries to readers, is dated Friday.

He begins by telling users of his humble origins. "During the era that nobility was a prestige and living in a city was perfection, I was born in a poor family in a remote village of Garmsar - approximately 90 kilometres west of Tehran," he writes.


The internet is extremely popular in Iran, but bloggers face strict censorship

His father was a "hard-bitten toiler blacksmith" and a "pious man", who had decided to move the family to Tehran when Mr Ahmadinejad was just a year old.

Describing himself as a "distinguished student", the president tells how he excelled at school, coming 132nd out of more than 400,000 students to take a university entrance test - despite suffering from a nose bleed at the time.

He talks about his admiration and affection for the leader of the Islamic revolution Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini, and discusses Iran's war with Iraq, calling former Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein an "aggressor" who was "intoxicated with power".

The US is also heavily criticised by the president. At one point he describes it as "Great Satan USA" for what he says was its support for the "terrorist groups" which had tried to collapse Iran's Islamic government.

And the blog's current poll asks the question: "Do you think that the US and Israeli intention and goal by attacking Lebanon is pulling the trigger for another world war?"

'Publicity stunt'

It is not yet clear how well Mr Ahmadinejad's blog will be received. User figures already appear high - by 1100 BST on Monday, nearly 12,000 people had taken part in the online vote.

But Keivan Mehrgan, a Tehran-based blogger, told the Associated Press news agency he thought the president's efforts were merely a publicity stunt.

"Ahmadinejad used to have nothing to do with the internet and even talked against journalists and bloggers before he became president," he was quoted as saying.

[Sepideh_UK]

baba ina cherto perte!!
In yaru aslan nemidoune computer chie !!
Age yadetun bashe in harfaro moghei ke Khatami ham umade bud mizadan.
hamash sare kaarie baba, jedi nagirid

[Rasputin]

Ahmadinejad roadshow seduces an adoring public

Eyewitness report: Iran's president arrives on a US-made helicopter - an evangelist from the sky .

He arrives amid a hurricane of swirling brown dust and deafening noise. A dense, rolling cloud of straw and dirt sweeps across the parched field, enveloping turbaned dignitaries, battering the hoisted green, white and red flags of Iran, and forcing thousands of enthralled onlookers to shield their eyes.
As the rotors of the venerable American-made Huey 214 chopper spin slowly to a halt, and the murk clears, a great, human noise replaces the sound of engines. It is not cheering; more like a giant, murmuring sigh, punctuated by shouts of joy and the screams of women.

For Meshkinshahr, a city perched on the desiccated Caspian steppes and mountains west of Ardabil, this dramatic descent to earth has the momentous significance of a prophetic visitation. Local elders say there has been nothing like it in years. Children are out of their heads with excitement.
But President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, clambering out of the helicopter cabin with a big smile on his face, is getting used to it. His visit, part of a magisterial three-day, nine-city procession through Ardabil province in north-west Iran, is the 18th such meet-the-people expedition since he took office one year ago this month.

Mr Ahmadinejad's extraordinary comings and goings are a cross between American-style town meetings, itinerant Islamic evangelism, and pure political theatre. Think Bill and Al's "excellent adventure" during the 1992 US presidential campaign; think Saladin on a soap box; then add a straggly beard, wrinkly, unexpectedly twinkly eyes, a gentle, open-handed style, and a genuine ability to connect - and you have Mr Ahmadinejad, a local hero (he was formerly governor of Ardabil), a would-be champion of Muslims everywhere, and an unlikely grassroots superstar.

The political confidence of a man condemned in the US and Europe for his threats against Israel and his Holocaust denial is plainly growing. It is the first time the Tehran government has allowed a western reporter to witness one of his barnstorming tours. And there is lots to watch.

"We love him. We love Ahmadinejad," says Mahnaz Dargahi, a young woman in her 20s dressed in full hijab and ankle-length chador, who is watching a rally in Nir. "He's very popular. He does a lot for the youth. His focus is on the development of the country and on the poor people." Her friends nod in agreement, giggle, then pull their scarves closer to their faces.

"He is a nice man," says Nafice Mohammadzade, 10, the daughter of an Iran-Iraq war martyr, after presenting the president with a bouquet. "He asked my name and what grade I'm in. He said he hoped I would make progress in life and in Islam." Nafice was given a plastic presidential ballpoint and a scroll.

"We welcome the president," says Ahmad Asaadi, 40, a Turkish-speaking man in the town of Parsabad Moghan. "He's defending our country. He cares about people. He's hard-working. We need more jobs here. He understands the problems we have with schools, with bureaucracy, with the water. He will do something for us."

Exultant

Speaking from a platform decorated with flowers and Qur'anic verses in the city of Ardabil, Mr Ahmadinejad does not disappoint an exultant crowd of up to 20,000 spilling over the pitch of a football stadium. Facing him is a sea of banners and photographs of himself and Ayatollah Khomeini, leader of Iran's 1979 revolution. Two young men have climbed to the top of a floodlight gantry and are frantically waving the flags of Iran, Palestine and Hizbullah.

Men and women are strictly segregated behind crash barriers, and local clerics and other luminaries sit cross-legged in a special enclosure at the front. All but the most ancient mullahs are waving, shouting, hooting and chanting phrases such as "Ahmadinejad, you have the scent of rosewater" and "Nuclear power is our essential right" (it sounds better in Farsi).

The young men, packed tightly together, are heaving with excitement and energy. The women, the majority under 25, seem to be drowning in black, only the white ovals of their faces standing out from their robes. But they, too, are hopping and prancing (dancing and singing is, of course, forbidden). It is like a pop festival without the music.

Mr Ahmadinejad may not know much about the Holocaust. But he certainly knows how to work a crowd. He begins slowly, softly, talking to his audience as if to friends. He is no ranter, no demagogue. His words caress and seduce, they do not impose or dictate. But then, with the crowd's voice rising and falling with his own, his address gathers pace, strength and purpose. "We will build a railroad from Ardabil to Tehran," the president announces to loud cheers. This is a long-delayed project. Now, magically, it has the go-ahead. "We will build a petrochemical plant." Another cheer. "We will reduce the interest rate on loans so young people can get jobs and start their own businesses."

The cacophony of applause just grows and grows. And down on the pitch, aides collect bundles of letters and written pleas for financial or other help, all of which they say will receive the president's personal consideration.

Like a Persian emperor of old, but dressed in a circa 1970s casual fawn jacket, Mr Ahmadinejad dispenses favours and justice with a flick of his wrist. His modern-day satraps, Ardabil's governor and MP, watch nervously, wondering, perhaps, how they will pay for all this largesse.

Then he switches to international affairs. The US and Britain "have disgraced the UN security council by opposing a ceasefire in Lebanon", he says. Cheers. Lebanon is "the real Holocaust". The impotent council should be renamed the "council for massacres". More cheers. "God's promises have come true. On one side there are the corrupt powers of the criminal US and Britain and the Zionists with modern bombs and planes. On the other side is a group of pious youth relying on God." Hizbullah's resistance has succeeded, he says. Theirs is the glory. The crowd roars.

"Kofi Annan [the UN secretary-general] talked to me on the phone," Mr Ahmadinejad suddenly reveals, as if letting his listeners into a secret. "He told us not to be angry about the UN resolution [that ordered Iran to stop its nuclear activities]. But nuclear power is our right. No one can take this way from us. The security council is a puppet of the Global Arrogance (this is Mr Ahmadinejad's new term for the US, formerly known as the Great Satan). The people will make a "new Middle East", not the Americans ...

"The enemies of Iran are trying to divide the Iranian nation. But they should know the people are wise to this trick. They will not fall for it again. Our main task is to develop and build the Iranian nation. No one will stop us." By now the crowd is beside itself. And Mr Ahmadinejad has hardly raised his voice.

"We hate the UK," says Abdul Ali Majnoni, 39, after the speech. "The UK and the US are imposing their ideology on other people. Tony Blair is a Satan and his appearance is like a fox."

His companions titter at his strong language. Iranians are generally extremely polite. Mr Majnoni smiles. "Don't take it personally," he says.

The rally speeches, repeated with local variations throughout Ardabil province, serve several purposes. They bolster nationalist sentiment, especially over nuclear power; and they emphasise Iran's leadership role among Muslim and developing countries.

The provincial tours are a reminder to political rivals and reformists that Mr Ahmadinejad, the blacksmith's son who came from nowhere, is a formidable political force whose support is apparently growing. They speak directly to the youth in a fast-growing nation where the majority is under 30. And they also seem designed to prepare ordinary people for sharpening confrontation with the west, including tougher US-directed sanctions.

Not all Iranians are happy about Mr Ahmadinejad's leadership. He faces considerable criticism among the secular-minded urban elite, intellectuals and middle class professionals who abhor his social conservatism. The president is also described by some as a front man for sinister rightwing and fundamentalist forces that are dragging the country backwards. In much of the US and western Europe, Mr Ahmadinejad's outspoken and sometimes shocking anti-Israeli statements have further isolated Iran.

Outspoken

For Mr Ahmadinejad's provincial speechifying carries another, more profound message, and it is repeated wherever he goes. It appears aimed as much at George Bush and the western "crusaders" as his Ardabil followers. And it tells of a future in which the justice of the righteous, as discerned by the president, will triumph.

"God has the power. No human being has all the power. Power is a gift from God," he tells his audience. They are hushed now, listening intently. "Power has to be used to help people. This applies to the leaders of countries as well as ordinary people. God rewards believers and those who have patience. Those who believe should not be scared of anything. For God is with you. The people of Lebanon are believers. They were not scared. And they did succeed. God kept his promise to the people of Lebanon. And he has given them victory."

And, in the Ahmadinejad roadshow, the victory of the Iranian faithful is also only a matter of time.

[Rasputin]

TEHRAN, Iran (July 29)—Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has ordered government and cultural bodies to use modified Persian words to replace foreign words that have crept into the language, such as “pizzas,” which will now be known as “elastic loaves.” —Associated Press.




O.K., so this is it. I am telling you now. Our jihad declares this: no more English. Wait, I know. I am speaking English, but just this one last time. No more English, once I am done speaking. When done speaking, I will do that zipping thing one does with the lips, and after that: our glorious linguistic jihad begins! It is going to really kick ***. However, hang on. “Kick ***” does not please the Prophet. How do I know? I just do. From now on, we will say, like: Our new linguistic jihad is really going to “put the foot in the old rumpus.” Got it? Or “rumpamundo” is O.K. “Put the foot in the old rumpamundo.” Yes, yes, I like that.

Some of you have asked, “Mahmoud, why are we doing this?” One even asked, “Mahmoud, why the heck are we doing this”—more about “heck” later, but for now . . . Remember, back in the seventies, when we took those American, uh, “visitors who did not intend to stay quite so long as they did, in fact, stay”? At the time everyone was going, “No, no, Mahmoud, bad idea”—but look how great it turned out! Now everyone is futzing over us, because why? Because we asserted our— Oh, right, no, you’re right, absolutely, we must also purge our language of the expressions of the blood-drinkers. So “futz”? No. Thanks for pointing that out. How about “fuss”? “Fussing around”? What do you think? Show of hands? Too similar? O.K., instead of “futz,” let it be, uh . . . let me get back to you on that one.

But you see my point. When we draw a line in the sand with the Western imperialists, they pay attention. When we try to be nice, they treat us badly. I write the guy a sixteen-page letter, and don’t even get a note back! I put a lot of thought into that! I did, like, three drafts! I was trying to be an “egg that is good”! I was trying to offer “the branch of the olive”! But that “one who ****s” treated me like I was some “stupid rectum” from “HoboIntercourse”!

My friends, I am a simple man. That is why you elected me. I have never been anywhere other than our beloved country. I actually haven’t even been to that many places here in our beloved country. I have pretty much been here in my beloved house, non-stop, since the seventies. In my beloved room. With the door locked. Having nightmares in which Hulk Hogan is waiting outside my room—look, as for Hulk Hogan, do not mention his name ever again! He will be referred to, if we even need to refer to him, which I doubt, as “Blond Blondie, Big Blondie!” In this way, we will disrespect him! In this way, he will be driven from my dreams! No more sneaking up behind me, “Blond Blondie, Big Blondie!,” and putting me in a headlock, and I am naked, and have forgotten to study for all my exams!

No. For us, all Western decadence is finished. McDonald’s, chief villain of the American imperialist program, will henceforth be known as “Burger King.” That will really mess with everybody’s head. Some enemy of the revolution here in Tehran goes into a McDon— Do we still even have McDonald’s? I used to really like the cheeseburgers. The “snack that is surprisingly caloric because, you sense, there is even sugar in the bun.” Anyway, some enemy of the revolution goes into a McDonald’s, orders a Big Mac, and—ha ha!—he is really in Burger King. I love it! He is undone.

Similarly, Burger King will be known as “Wendy’s,” KFC will be known as “Home Depot,” Farouq’s Funeral Home will be known as “Blockbuster Video,” and Pamela Anderson will be known as “Mrs. President of Iran.” Joking! I know she is already married! Didn’t she just— Well, in any event, I am. At least, I think I am. Can you get my wife on my cell? Is this going out live? That Pam Anderson thing might have rubbed her the wrong—

Speaking of women, that is another thing: don’t you find that word provocative? Say it a few times, softly, kind of moaning it to yourself, while picturing some slut undulating. See what I mean? Provocative. So that is why we are outlawing that as well. No, just the word. At least for now.

Henceforth, let us call our sisters “that which is too hot to be seen.” Or should it be “that whom are too hot to be seen”? To tell the truth, I am not nuts about the word “hot.” It makes me . . . well, it makes me hot. Say it, kind of stretch it out: hot. No, that won’t do. We shall call them “those who are dangerous to see, due to they are nasty, which is why we shall henceforth hide them under the new immense heavy tents of steel for which I own the patent.”

Have I mentioned that? I am decided. Women are just too hot. Even in chadors, they are too damn hot. Try it, say it, really slowly, kind of prolonging the “ch” sound: chador. Right? See what I mean? So the chadors are off (stop it!) and the “comfort tents” are on. Here is one now. See how weighty, totally opaque (and therefore form-concealing) it is? This way, “those who are dangerous to see, due to they are nasty, which is why we, etc., etc.” will no longer be able to make any sudden sexy moves, or be seen at all, even when a bright light is shining right on them (during, say, an interrogation), or have a free thought, since they are essentially being perpetually crushed by about a quarter ton of steel, like wearing a damn VW bug.

Oops. Sorry. My bad. Did not mean to say “VW.” Meant to say “Volkswagen.” And did not mean to say “damn.” Meant to say “frigging.” Ha ha! Joking.

Let no one say our revolution is without humor. Anyone says that, I will put my foot in his old rumpamundo in a way he will not soon forget. Trust me on this. I will “install, via rippage, an entirely new down-low-nasty-nasty orifice-stinky,” brother, and pronto, please believe me.

Because guess what? I have nukes coming. “Slender death-containing tubes by which righteousness shall be enforced, as per me.”