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My feel about the press in Viet NamNowadays press is the second power, the clear evidence that Dao Dinh Binh case recently. I sure that mr Binh very hate and feel a vindictive hatred for the prees. Just by it, he is dismiss from his fat stand.
I am unexpected that the preesâ?Ts power is great like that. It can overturn a minister. No body think before.
In advanced national, the prees is super power, thatâ?Ts evident. But in Viet Nam where to be thought poorest freedom pres in the world, where to be thought that has a little freedom press, freedom in speaking, the press can make too big thing from little case.
From small gamble case, it lead the great case, and discover a crime ring. From Bui Quang Hung, it open and give out bright the Bui Tien Dung corrupt pig, and Nguyen Viet Tien, the dirty and dissolute deputy minister, and now is Dao Dinh Binh, a negative minister.
Brave journalists, Patriot journalists, they contribute their small part to built motherland, to anti corrupt, anti negative, anti dirty officials, and make our Viet Nam more well to do, thriving, more freedom, more democratics.

the wind of change
Walk down in Hai Ba Trung street, I feel a new air, a dynamic air, evenful air, strange air, I donot know exactly, but perhaps it from the tenth Red Party congress.
Some time, I hear some song, from state offices, people committees, patriot songs, Red songs, sings praise of our Vietnam.
Red flags, gold star fly in the wind. Cheeful shape in Hanoi DC. Perhaps they rise from new opportunity of motherland. X Red Party Meeting.
This is a special chance of VN to renovate, to refresh, to reform. To make nice view in international friends''s eyes. To show a dynamic Vietnam, healthly Vietnam, bright Vietnam to all the world.
Noone seen before, a wave anti corrupt, anti negative, a strong wave, great wave to blow dirty litters, to give some dirty oficial to the prison. A traffic minister was forced to resign just because press''s pressure. It never happen in the past.
Listening to the wind of change.....
Walking in the HoChiMinh square, I feel cool winds blow to my face, and I smell of change from Party leaders. They determind to exclude corrupt, anti poor, anti conservative, anti dictatorial, and support freedom, and democratics.
The oversea is looking at Vietnam, hope a strong wind to change all dark of the past.
Listening to the wind of change.....In my mind still far away sound of the famous song. The wind of change of Scorpion

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Hanoi

Our D.C, Hanoi still beautiful since it was born. Hanoi, thousands of culture.
Some summer night, rice the bike around around and around Hoan Kiem lake, see and contemplate nice girls, beautiful girls, showy in mode clothes , jean, T shirt uncovered her navel, oh my god, so white, so smooth, so silky and velvety skin.
Girls with ***y body, magic curve, to provoke my nosy. Oh my God, how ***y girl? Like angel, like work of nature, like masterpiece shake my feeling, like cool wind blow my dry mind, god bless me, how nice face, nice rump, nice breast, they make me touched.
Eyes, long hairs, mode hairs, mode jean, style T shirt, style lips, lovely look, meanly look, invite look, oh sheet, if I have all.
How tender are they. Personality breast, personality rump, personality faces.

Hanoiõ?Ư

Walk down to Hoang Dieu street, where Vo Nguyen Giap õ?~s house set here, two tree lines spread shadow, how romance. Century old trees, and perfume milk flower, cool winds, how peace,
The old wall, where department of defense place, old and grave. Nerve centre of army **** here.
Rice around Cua Nam street, where 8 lines road, traficc cork of Hanoi. In weekend nights, many of disturb hold some motorbike races. Around Hanoi, eventful, blood and fire. How strong feeling.
Go down to My Dinh stadium, there is bigest square. Very high wind blows. Some lover double kiss or hold each other in the tender dark, on the rock chair. Youth and love and desire. Some group of moto races up his headõ?Ts moto, and make the fire by strike into road.
Go to some pagoda, whirl up smoke, old woman praying like split wood.
Hanoi people is elegant, however too overzealous and crazy.
Oh , although must go around the earth, my mind always think about Hanoi, my Hanoi, lovely capital, a war time, a peace timeõ?Ưõ?Ư

I''ve been patient to follow ur topic coz it seemed to indicate a burning issue.
Yet... a little bit disappointed... u stated st too general, u tried to prove st without persuasive evidences or sound comparison...
Just st likes wind as ur metaphor... or your own created pics (by Photoshop -> so funny but make no sense )
I dont avoid political discussion ... but plz think twice before set such a sensitive topic.

cái giề thế.??

ơ , bác này lạ nhỉ, việt nam là một nước tự do, dân chủ, người dân được bày tỏ ý kiến của mình về chính trị, tại sao bác cấm người ta nói quan điểm chính trị và cho đấy là nhạy cảm, em hỏi bác thế nào là nhạy cảm?
mà em thấy bác lutmyla có nói nhiều về chính trị đâu, có một chút xíu, mà lại theo chiều hướng tích cực, chứ có ********* đâu
em thấy bác lutmyla viết rất hay, và hấp dẫn, cứ viết tiếp đi bác

Although my life love roses, but the enemy forces me must to hold the gun.
I think the life is the war, the war between me and my enemy, it is poorness, sadness, boring, diseased, ill, and disdaining from another body. That bad thing makes me unhappy, make me get negative, make me weak. Make me feel blue, and unbelief in this nice life.
And as I hear Lenin said: Happiness is fighting. And by my experience, I think that â?~s right. Because I â?~ve ever beard some terrible things, you canâ?Tt imagine it, maybe. You unbelievable about what I â?~ve ever bear .
For example Iâ?Tve bear too bad thing, I mean some times I feel so down, so depression, so sad, and seem unreleased, I guess you think I tell a lie , for I am young boy, but it is real.
So I think my self must try or die, try to get happiness, get joy, yeah, the life must to be joy.
To see the way that I â?~ve walk, I learn from experience that if you want have good life, good job, good girl friend, good position, there is no way than fight. To earn, to get nice things, and if you prove weak, prove not strong, prove no try, you will be harm by some things, some body, your enemy.

Sheet

The life, how sheet, blue, blue, how fuk some people, how much I hate them
Nowadays , they just care about money, about their benefit, Fuk!
For money, they ready to tell a lie, cheat another one, no regret. Although victim is poor, weak, and need to help, but they donot carry. As long as they have benefit, they have money. How dirty, how much I have them. Dogs
For example: sheet doctor harm the patient by write the very expensive drug list, and forces patient buy the drug at some drug shop where is their allied. They earn so much money by the price of drug. And poor patient! Who lost money and health.
And the drup saler earn money by cheat buyer, up the price compare real price.
How dirty.
Some nurse earn money by the way injecting too pain for the patient who doesnot give them 10.000 vnd. How sheet dog?
The official used to harm, bully poor one, black poor people, who have low voice. All the thing they do just for money. And they became rich more and more, and people became poor more and more.
Dirty official corrupt , and earn so much of money, they play girl, drink wine, have luxury thing, dissolute, and upon people â?~s sweat and tear and blood.
Just lose for black people who unlucky
Oh , my god, how fuc this life, unfair, unnice like I hope.

I want to break free.

So I have got artist blood in my body. I am not carefully man, even so careless. I hate strict, for example: my company set give shirt into the trousers, I almost not give, I feel not freedom, not comfortable, affected.
In my job, I break everything if I feel angry , even my boss, if he storm me, if I feel inhibit, I will reply although he will hate me and harm me, but I do not care, never mind.
So I am straight, and have hot character, but I not crooked, cheater, not sweet talk. So someone likes me for my straight and honest.
I like free in love, free in ***, but in the fact, I can?Tt, because the life has some principles.
I like free in speaking, I want to talk what I want, what I feel it is correct, but I cannot because the life ?~s not like that.
For example, you walk down the street, suddenly you see a beautiful girl, ***y girl, you feel like to see her, like to talk with her, like to make love with her, and you go near her, and start to flirt, do not care who is she, where she from, did she get married, even she has got married, you still want to make love with her. That is breaking free.
I work, study, and live brain-wave, impromptu. I just work what I want, and if I do not want, no one hope to forces me.
?oGod know, god know I want to break freê?