Dear Mr. Bush, Hi

Ay Bush, bezaar toosh
Beelo to zamin bezaar toosh
Ay Bush Ay Bush Ay Bush

Avocado bezaar toosh
Haalaa keh Kiwi ro gozaashti toosh
Avocado ham bezaar toosh

Az toosh miad beroon toosheh
Avocado on the road will be toosheh.

When I was seven
Gandom shaadooneh was my toosheh
Berenjack o toot khoshkeh o aalbaaloo khosheh
Were toosheh too


Part 2
Did you know during August alone 63.936 Iranian people
were harassed by the khatami gang that your employers
welcomed to America?
86 people were busted by iri terror gang and 6 were mocked
in public to kill their honor.
48.806 communication lines like satellite receivers were
destroyed and 36 people put to jail for trying to restore
communication lines.
95000 CDs were taken by iri police and 65 people busted.
1149 Drivers for giving ride to Secular women lost their Cars.
Do you know what is jimmy carter's human rights about?
I think you can get court order for his telephone lines for
home security.
Do you think it's his Dr.'s responsibility to shout out loud hay
people jimmy has Altzheimer?
if the man is not sick with Altzheimer then how can he
welcome a criminal and hide behind an artificial smile?

Part 3
he has been educated to bust and it's 10 years that he is
busting me with my every breath, my dear lawyer what do
you suggest i do?
last night i was writing till 5:30am to my family members and
to my enemy while listening to the hoooo.
i read a great review on Songs of the distant earth too and i
want to bring it to the skyscreen, would you please work with
me on that too?
we create all that we live with.
begardoon kato begardoon kat!
first kat is shoulder that you have to Roll and second kat is
Cat as the head of lion family that you have to listen to and
do.

mome zamon is here
no kid can be put in any well

Remember Joseph that was put to the well by his brothers for
money, love and attention of the father, jakob, for you my
young men to realize why it's better to be content with one
child and not make yourself enemies and call them my sons to
go blind.
all brotherhoods suffer from love and attention deficiencies
and have to live in ice and water for the coming 1000 years to
prevent atomic tragedy.

Today a 42 Brit male said hi through paltalk and kofi Annan
is in Tehran. I hope that the mission will be completed today.
Kofi Annan invites the clan of 15 to see his plane seats and
they have to agree to save their own life now, for Joseph is
here and the throne is clear and the lawyer can be with us.

I hear you every Sunday morning in the church asking
mother Mary to forgive your lies. You say you know i have
bills to pay, i have a family to feed and so on so for...
but you don't have to any longer . You can pick up a Persian
beel and plant 15 avocado trees in the gardens of your
embassies in tropical and semi tropical regions of East
like by the Caspian sea in the states of Maazandaraan and
Gilaan in Iran.

I recorded you from the Internet VOA Persian when planting
a tree in Australian Embassy Garden.

about 200 years ago a wise father gave this advise to children
1749 to 1832

every day try 4 things:
1- listen to a good music.
2- look at a good architecture.
3- write a positive page.
4- do an act of good will.

Let mother Mary be and focus on these 4.!
Johann Wolfgang Goethe
a great father to all human children.

I invite you to let go of the English bill and pick up Persian
beel to fulfill your dream now. once you come out of the race ,
you can start a fresh journey , if you play lousy and insist to
stay in it, the choice is naturally yours, but please don't
expect me to waste my precious time, life in your nightmare.
in nightmare there are many people around but no body can
listen.
you feel like being sucked in the space through the hole on the
body of a Tupolev plane.
you can still make up
by planting the trees
and people will consider
your previous bombing
as making the land ready
for growing fruits and nuts
to feed the family
trouble free
O baby baby baby
let's live trouble free
by switching from English bill
to Shuffle the Persian beel

Thanks to Dr. Shahin Fatemi and Mr. H. Mohri
for speaking at 6am on the phone line at Radio Sedaye Iran
Remembering
A Comedy War movie by Peter Sellers thanks to him too:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053084/

iri is an unacceptable system.
don't fool yourself and others
they go to mosque on fridays and cry to be forgiven for the
crimes they have comitted through the week.
khatami is the eyes of khamenehee and ahmadinejad and
larijani are the duble tongue of khamenehee. and all of them
are deaf.

Dear Mr. Bush please provide Jimmy Carter with a satellite
dish to show how Iranian people are up for their rights to
have a government that works for them and show to the
whole world that they do not support a gang of shadows who
want to vanish deserts.

Iranian people will recieve 5% discount on any Solar order,
from Flashlight to Tower.
Flashlight is $20 and Solar Tower is optional.

Minuvash Minavash presents Prince Reza Pahlavi to Iranian
children.
Princ R. Pahlavi has written two books.
Past, Present, Future which is an interview and Winds of
Change with 4 scenarios
for a peacefull change of government in Iran.
I think he has the best clear view as well as a deep
understanding what Iranians
are going through.

He is not only one of us. He is the real prince who left the
palace behind to study and see the world. To show a brilliant
Idea he studied, traveled and listened to people all over the
world as well as to the people at home in Iran.

his journey to the Ocean of life on Earth started at 17.
my journey started at 17 too .
he flew to the airbase in west to learn the advanced
technology.
i drove with mercedes to the Caspian sea and met a friend at
his Caspian Sea airbase at home.

During eleven months working at the mothers and babies
center founded by Queen Farah Pahlavi, I managed to save
one life.

Peace, Balance, Peace
Minuvash Minavash


Read Childhood's End Please, you will have a great time.

Editorial Reviews
Review
"A FIRST-RATE TOUR DE FORCE."
--The New York Times

"A FRIGHTENINGLY LOGICAL, BELIEVABLE, AND
GRIMLY PROPHETIC TALE . . . CLARKE IS A MASTER."
--Los Angeles Times


Book Description
Without warning, giant silver ships from deep space appear
in the skies above every major city on Earth. Manned by the
Overlords, in fifty years, they eliminate ignorance, disease,
and poverty. Then this golden age ends--and then the age of
Mankind begins....

From the Publisher
CHILDHOOD'S END and 3001: FINAL ODYSSEY
A couple of years ago, at the national television syndication
convention, I was chatting with Stan Lee (of Marvel Comics).
He was asking me what was up at Del Rey, and I mentioned
3001: FINAL ODYSSEY, as well as the new mass market
edition we'd just done of CHILDHOOD'S END. Stan stated
enthusiastically that , if there was one thing he most wanted to
do in this world, it was make a movie of CHILDHOOD'S END,
one of his favorite novels. He apparently loves Clarke's work.

So when I got back to the office, I dropped a copy of the two
books into the mail. About a week later I was listening to my
lunchtime voice mail messages, and there were Stan's
unmistakeable tones, sincerely thanking me for the books. This
guy deals with the James Cameron's of the world, yet a gift of
Arthur C. Clarke causes him to make the time to express his
gratitude.
--Steve Saffel, Senior Editor


About the Author
Arthur C. Clarke is considered to be the greatest science
fiction writer of all time. He is an international treasure in
many other ways: An article written by him in 1945 led to the
invention of satellite technology. Books by Mr. Clarke--both
fiction and nonfiction--have more than one hundred million
copies in print worldwide. He lives in Sri Lanka.


From the Trade Paperback edition.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
The volcano that had reared Tratua up from the Pacific
depths had been sleeping now for half a million years. Yet in a
little while, thought Reinhold, the island would be bathed with
fires fiercer than any that had attended its birth. He glanced
towards the launching site, and his gaze climbed the pyramid
of scaffolding that still surrounded the "Columbus." Two
hundred feet above the ground, the ship's prow was catching
the last rays of the descending sun. This was one of the last
nights it would ever know: soon it would be floating in the
eternal sunshine of space.

It was quiet here beneath the palms, high up on the rocky
spine of the island. The only sound from the Project was the
occasional yammering of an air compressor or the faint shout
of a workman. Reinhold had grown fond of these clustered
palms; almost every evening he had come here to survey his
little empire. It saddened him to think that they would be
blasted to atoms when the "Columbus" rose in flame and fury
to the stars.

A mile beyond the reef, the "James Forrestal" had switched on
her searchlights and was sweeping the dark waters. The sun
had now vanished completely, and the swift tropical night
was racing in from the east. Reinhold wondered, a little
sardonically, if the carrier expected to find Russian
submarines so close to shore.

The thought of Russia turned his mind, as it always did, to
Konrad and that morning in the cataclysmic spring of 1945.
More than thirty years had passed, but the memory of those
last days when the Reich was crumbling beneath the waves
from the East and from the West had never faded. He could
see Konrad's tired blue eyes, and the golden stubble on his
chin, as they shook hands and parted in that ruined Prussian
village, while the refugees streamed endlessly past. It was a
parting that symbolized everything that had since happened
to the world-the cleavage between East and West. For Konrad
chose the road to Moscow. Reinhold had thought him a fool,
but now he was not so sure.

For thirty years he had assumed that Konrad was dead. It
was only a week ago that Colonel Sandmeyer, of Technical
Intelligence, had given him the news. He didn't like
Sandmeyer, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. But
neither let that interfere with business.

"Mr. Hoffman," the Colonel had begun, in his best official
manner, "I've just had some alarming information from
Washington. It's top secret, of course, but we've decided to
break it to the engineering staff so that they'll realize the
necessity for speed." He paused for effect, but the gesture was
wasted on Reinhold. Somehow , he already knew what was
coming.

"The Russians are nearly level with us. They've got some kind
of atomic drive-it may even be more efficient than ours, and
they're building a ship on the shores of Lake Baikal. We don't
know how far they've got, but Intelligence believes it may be
launched this year. You know what that means."

Yes, thought Reinhold, I know. The race is on-and we may not
win it.

"Do you know who's running their team?" he had asked, not
really expecting an answer. To his surprise, Colonel
Sandmeyer had pushed across a typewritten sheet and there
at its head was the name: Konrad Schneider.

"You knew a lot of these men at Peenemünde, didn't you?" said
the Colonel. "That may give us some insight into their
methods. I'd like you to let me have notes on as many of them
as you can-their specialties, the bright ideas they had, and so
on. I know it's asking a lot after all this time-but see what you
can do."

"Konrad Schneider is the only one who matters," Reinhold had
answered. "He was brilliant-the others are just competent
engineers. Heaven only knows what he's done in thirty years.
Remember-he's probably seen all our results and we haven't
seen any of his. That gives him a decided advantage."

He hadn't meant this as a criticism of Intelligence, but for a
moment it seemed as if Sandmeyer was going to be offended.
Then the Colonel shrugged his shoulders.

"It works both ways-you've told me that yourself. Our free
exchange of information means swifter progress, even if we do
give away a few secrets. The Russian research departments
probably don't know what their own people are doing half the
time. We'll show them that Democracy can get to the moon
first."

Democracy-Nuts! thought Reinhold, but knew better than to
say it. One Konrad Schneider was worth a million names on
an electoral roll. And what had Konrad done by this time,
with all the resources of the U.S.S.R. behind him? Perhaps,
even now, his ship was already outward bound from Earth. . .
.

The sun which had deserted Taratua was still high above Lake
Baikal when Konrad Schneider and the Assistant Commissar
for Nuclear Science walked slowly back from the motor test
rig. Their ears were still throbbing painfully, though the last
thunderous echoes had died out across the lake ten minutes
before.

"Why the long face?" asked Grigorievitch suddenly. "You
should be happy now. In another month we'll be on our way,
and the Yankees will be choking themselves with rage."

"You're an optimist, as usual," said Schneider. "Even though
the motor works, it's not as easy as that. True, I can't see any
serious obstacles now-but I'm worried about the reports from
Taratua. I've told you how good Hoffmann is, and he's got
billions of dollars behind him. Those photographs of his ship
aren't very clear, but it looks as if it's not far from completion.
And we know he tested his motor five weeks ago."

"Don't worry," laughed Grigorievitch. "They're the ones who
are going to have the big surprise. Remember-they don't know
a thing about us."

Schneider wondered if that was true, but decided it was much
safer to express no doubts. That might start Grigorievitch's
mind exploring far too many torturous channels, and if there
had been a leak, he would find it hard enough to clear himself.

The guard saluted as he re-entered the administration
building. There were nearly as many soldiers here, he thought
grimly, as technicians. But that was how the Russians did
things, and as long as they kept out of his way he had no
complaints. On the whole-with exasperating exceptions-events
had turned out very much as he had hoped. Only the futu re
could tell if he or Reinhold had made the better choice.

He was already at work on his final report when the sound of
shouting voices disturbed him. For a moment he sat
motionless at his desk, wondering what conceivable event
could have disturbed the rigid discipline of the camp. Then he
walked to the window-and for the first time in his life he knew
despair.

The stars were all around him as Reinhold descended the little
hill. Out at sea, the "Forrestal" was still sweeping the water
with her fingers of light, while further along the beach the
scaffolding round the "Columbus" had transformed itself into
an illuminated Christmas tree. Only the projecting prow of the
ship lay like a dark shadow across the stars.

A radio was blaring dance music from the living quarters,
and unconsciously Reinhold's feet accelerated to the rhythm.
He had almost reached the narrow road along the edge of the
sands when some premonition, some half-glimpsed movement,
made him stop. Puzzled, he glanced from land to sea and back
again: it was some little time before he thought of looking at
the sky.

Then Reinhold Hoffmann knew, as did Konrad Schneider at
this same moment, that he had lost his race. And he knew that
he had lost it, not by the few weeks or months that he had
feared, but by millennia. The huge and silent shadows driving
across the stars, more miles above his head than he dared to
guess, were as far beyond his little "Columbus" as it surpassed
the log canoes of paleolithic man. For a moment that seemed
to last forever, Reinhold watched, as all the world was
watching, while the great ships descended in their
overwhelming majesty-until at last he could hear the faint
scream of their passage through the thin air of the
stratosphere.

He felt no regrets as the work of a lifetime was swept away.
He had labored to take man to the stars, and, in the moment
of success, the stars-the aloof, indifferent stars-had come to
him. This was the moment when history held its breath, and
the present sheared asunder from the past as an iceberg splits
from its frozen, parent cliffs, and goes sailing out to sea in
lonely pride. All that the past ages had achieved was as
nothing now: only one thought echoed and re-echoed through
Reinhold's brain:

The human race was no longer alone.

Googoosh and Martick
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-442959745111537922
&q=label%3Apersian+songs

Cottages are dreaming security
Gardens are dreamig spring
Gardeners are dreaming harvest
I am dreaming telling a story, a tale.

Night dreaming road of light
Light dreaming the truth
Soil dreaming far away cloud

The heart of sheperd was in the flute
The hand of cold was scarlet


You were the poet and the light

You make a garden out of a stone
You love to grow
Fascinating Shows


Khom the ter had no feeling
When flying with Air France from Paris to Tehran.
He viciously said: Heech
To the reporter who asked him:
Now that you are going home
After a long time
How do you feel?
And expecting to hear:
Happy, Exited or at least good,
But to his surprize he heard heech
That means nothing.

Many Iranian people
Talked about the heechman
Since then and more Iranian
People are wondering
What the young west
Is cooking for Iranian children
In the name of home security.
Heechman died about 10 years ago
After making 15 copys of himself
In different faces
For the young west.
To parish in confusion.

Heechman was not even an Iranian.
Said: finance management is the work of ass
And we are the pushers of ass-laam
To distroy life on eart h
So we can go to bed
With untouched angels
In heaven.
You, the young west
Please wake up
From this nightmare
And save yourself.

The heartless heech copies
Are spending millions and billions
Of dollars and euros to vanish
The people that they named them
infidels or filthy
and to do that they occupied Iran
in 1979.
First they killed our Army heads
And then pinched Sadam to attack
And got their first war,
Putting young people on the line
To kill and get killed.

For 8 bloody years
And sadly the young west
Was supplying them with
All sorts of weapons and
Land mines. To bring the
Ass-laam out of it's grave
And send young people
To the grave.
Heech was the outcome of a nasty brit sperm and
A rotten indian egg.

The young west that could
Rally for more money and
Position by changing it's
Face every 4 to 7 years
Became the poor poor slave
Slave to oil, gas, mess and heech.
And we had to stand and
Watch them all, till the page
Turns and appear newborns.
To clean up the land
To wash the hearts, heads and hands.

Now European and American
Parliamentarians are
Offering their good hand
To clean the Colombia's land

And ass-laam out of Iran's land.

Thanks to the major creator
Of all for all these horror, comedy
And fascinating shows.

Minuvash
11:30am,sat sept 2, 2006, Amsterdam


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