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تفاوت جنگ نرم با عملیات روانی چیست؟
بعضاً مشاهده می‌شود که در عرصه‌ی رسانه‌ای، «جنگ نرم» با برخی مفاهیم مشابه خصوصاً «جنگ روانی»، به صورت مترادف به کار می‌رود و اینگونه القا می‌شودکه این دو رابطه‌ی این‌همانی و هم‌نشینی دارند. این در حالی است که جنگ روانی به هیچ عنوان جنگ نرم نیست...
محمدجواد اکبرپور بازرگانی(مصاحبه کننده): فرض بر این است که عوامل مختلفی در تعیین سرنوشت نهایی جنگ نقش و تأثیر داشته است، ولی حوادث نظامی ماه‌های پایانی جنگ تأثیر قطعی و نهایی در تصمیم‌گیری ایران داشت و این موضوع را می‌توان در چارچوب استراتژی ایران و عراق بررسی کرد.
محمدجواد اکبرپور بازرگانی(مصاحبه کننده):؛ چگونگی مدیریت جنگ تحمیلی عراق علیه ایران، انتقاداتی را از سوی برخی گروه‌های سیاسی به همراه داشت. اینکه آیا می‌شد به گونه‌ای برخورد نمود که جنگ آغاز نمی‌شد یا پس از آزادسازی خرمشهر لازم بود که جنگ ادامه پیدا کند، سؤالات و شبهه‌هایی بودند که در بخش‌های پیشین این گفت‌و‌گو تلاش شد تا به آن‌ها پاسخ داده شود.
اما پرسش دیگری که در زمینه‌ی جنگ عراق علیه ایران مطرح است نحوه‌ی پایان دادن به جنگ و به طور اخص این سؤال است که آیا جمهوری اسلامی ایران می‌بایست قطعنامه‌ی 598 را می‌پذیرفت؟ بخش پایانی این گفت‌و‌گو، که اکنون پیش روی شماست، به دنبال پاسخ به این پرسش است.
آقای درودیان تا به امروز درباره‌ی نحوه‌ی پایان جنگ تحلیلها و تفسیرهای متفاوتی ارائه شده است. در بحبوحه‌ی جنگ، تصور می‌شد که پیروزی نظامی ایران و سقوط صدام پایان‌بخش نزاع تحمیلی عراق علیه ایران باشد، ولی نه تنها این مهم واقع نشد، بلکه ضعف ما در حفظ مناطق تصرف‌شده، در ماه‌های پایانی جنگ، سرنوشت جنگ را تغییر داد و ایران با پذیرش آتش‌بس جنگ را خاتمه داد. بر این اساس، زمینه‌های پیدایش پرسش از پایان جنگ به چه زمانی باز می‌گردد؟
He asks one of his new students to stand and.....
Prof:
So you believe in God?
Student:
Absolutely, sir.
Prof
: Is God good?
Student:
Sure.
Prof:
Is God all-powerful?
Student
: Yes.
My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel," said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; "in the meantime you must try and put up with me."
Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing.
"I know how it will be," his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice."
Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction came into the nice division.
Thought 1
When we are born, our mothers get the compliments and the flowers..
When we are married, our brides get the presents and the publicity..
When we die, our widows get the life insurance.
What do women want to be liberated from?
Thought 2
The average man's life consists of:
Twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going,
Forty years of having his wife ask the same question;
and at the end, the mourners wondering too where he is going.
The Peacock and the Tortoise
ONCE upon a time a peacock and a tortoise became great friends. The peacock lived on a tree by the banks of the stream in which the tortoise had his home. Everyday, after he had a drink of water, the peacock will dance near the stream to the amusement of his tortoise friend.
One unfortunate day, a bird-catcher caught the peacock and was about to take him away to the market. The unhappy bird begged his captor to allow him to bid his friend, the tortoise good-bye.
The bird-catcher allowed him his request and took him to the tortoise. The tortoise was greatly disturbed to see his friend a captive.
The tortoise asked the bird-catcher to let the peacock go in return for an expensive present. The bird-catcher agreed. The tortoise then, dived into the water and in a few seconds came up with a handsome pearl, to the great astonishment of the bird-catcher. As this was beyond his exceptions, he let the peacock go immediately.
The hardest thing I had to say
1.
It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together.
I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling.
Once upon a time there lived a
parrot in a forest. He was very handsome. His beak and wings were very
beautiful. His younger brother also lived with him. Both were living happily in
the forest.
One day, a hunter came to the forest. He saw the pair of the parrots and
thought, ‘These parrots are very beautiful and special. I will present them to
the king,’ He spread his net in the jungle to catch them. Soon both the parrots
were trapped
He kept them in a cage and went to the place. He said to the king, "O
king, see this beautiful pair of parrots. I caught them in the deep forest.
Seeing their beauty I decided to bring them to you. They will add to the beauty
of your palace
A disconsolate young man was
walking along a beach in southern California. What was making him sad was the
fact that his ladylove was not with him. She was in Hawaii, and he was in
California. Suddenly, on the sand in front of him, he spied what looked like a
magic lamp. "I wonder if this is one of those magic lamp, like
Aladdin's?" he mused. "I guess that there is only one way to find
out." Piking up the lamp, he began to rub it. Immediately, a genie popped
out. Let me tell you, though-this was not your usual type of genie. This was a
genie with an attitude. "Thanks for letting me out, man. It was getting a
little stuffy in there….. Anyway, you know the drill. You let me out; I grant
you one wish. So what ia your wish?"
One summer day, when tourists were lining up to enter a stately house, an old gentleman whispered to the person behind him, “Take a look at the little fellow in front of me with the poodle cut and the blue jeans. Is it a boy or a girl!?” “It’s a girl,” came the angry answer. “I ought to know. She’s my daughter.” “Forgive me, sir!” apologized the old fellow. “I never dreamed you were her father.” “I’m not,” said the parent with blue jeans. “I’m her mother!”
یک روز تابستانی، وقتی جهانگردان برای وارد شدن به یک خانه با شکوه صف کشیده بودند، یک آقای مسن به آرامی به نفر پشت سر خود گفت: «یک نگاه به کودکی که جلوی من ایستاده و موهایش را مثل سگ های پشمالو آرایش کرده و شلوار جین آبی پوشیده بینداز. معلوم نیست که دختر است یا پسر؟!» شخص مقابل خشمگینانه جواب داد: «آن بچه دختر است. معلوم است که من باید این را بدانم که او دختر است! چون او دختر خود من است.» شخص مسن برای معذرت خواهی گفت: «لطفا مرا ببخشید آقای محترم! من حتی تصورش را هم نمی کردم که شما پدر آن بچه باشید.» شخص عصبانی که شلوار جین آبی هم پوشیده بود گفت: «نه نیستم! من مادر او هستم!»
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could ; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged ; this was a point definitively settled - but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
It must be understood, that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation
by Anton Chekhov
(1860-1904)
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"To whom shall I tell my grief?"
The twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, caps. Iona Potapov, the sledge-driver, is all white like a ghost. He sits on the box without stirring, bent as double as the living body can be bent. If a regular snowdrift fell on him it seems as though even then he would not think it necessary to shake it off.... His little mare is white and motionless too. Her stillness, the angularity of her lines, and the stick-like straightness of her legs make her look like a halfpenny gingerbread horse. She is probably lost in thought. Anyone who has been torn away from the plough, from the familiar gray landscapes, and cast into this slough, full of monstrous lights, of unceasing uproar and hurrying people, is bound to think.
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