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Oil Nam Man

Why is it that the people who answered my question do not want to participate by allowing to receive emails?

If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problem. I asked the question about our young people today. I liked some of the answers, but some of them were just plain DUMB! If you can't allow a give and take, simply to communicate with each other on the subject of the war, to leave yourself open to criticism, we will never be able to STOP THE WARS! If you want to learn something, read "The Making of a Quagmire," (non-fiction) or "Why are we in Vietnam?" by Norman Mailer (literature). We will never change the attitudes of the Muslim extremists, so why are we bothering to help? Bush's self interest and his tycoon oil buddies? The same things were at stake in Nam, and after all those young men died, some of my best friends, did it change the world? Did it make things better? Did anyone care? Does anyone care now? If you do not have a stake, or if your life is not a stake, your generation DOES NOTHING. Protesting quietly never stopped the war in Vietnam.

This generation? This generation is wearing a uniform, and they are dying alongside 'your generation' (whatever one that was, but I suspect 60s-ish from the first line. If you are not part of the solution... I have a newsflash: every generation has a problem with the previous generation, either their music, their living situation, their beliefs, their lives. What makes you think you have the right to decide what is good, or right about anyone at all-who gave you that power?
Your only power is over YOUR life. You decide what you do everyday, where you live, what you eat who you worship and what you like. That is, unless you get in trouble with the law then a few freedoms are taken away.
This forum isn't for a private give and take, it's PUBLIC. You used it, and that's what you get.
No protesting quietly didn't stop the Vietname war, and when the troops came home they were treated like crap and called 'baby killers'... it's almost the reverse now, we love the troops hate the war. That's because things change.
If you want to make your opinion known, or having a burning desire to flame this generation, get off your duff and go use that steam and your right to free speech. Even better stop stewing in your own bitterness and anger, it shows.

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Home Front: Viet Nam and Families at War $46.81 When will the war finally come to an end? Home Front: Viet Nam and Families at War recounts the private ordeals of several families who bore the brunt of Americas war in Viet Nam. Their experiences, an ongoing tragedy since the last U.S. soldiers left Vietnamese soil, reveal the physical and psychological wounds of war wounds that dont discriminate between soldier and family. From the backwoods of Maine to the rugged wide open landscape of Montana, we meet a dozen soldiers and their families and hear their stories. Author Willard D. Gray knows the fallout firsthand. His oldest son spent two years and eighteen consecutive days in Viet Nam as a BAMC trained medic, most of his tour was served in the bush or in the gristmill of an evacuation hospital. When Willards son returned home in April 1970 without an honorable discharge, the Gray family endured several months of tension, anger, and disappointment. Tommy Gray had come home a completely changed young man. Willards crusade on behalf of his son soon grew to include others in the community who had also been traumatized and marginalized by the war. A national tragedy became a personal quest. Author: Willard D. Gray, D. Gray Binding Type: Hardcover Number of Pages: 292 Publication Date: 2009/12/16 Language: English Dimensions: 5.98 x 9.01 x 0.81 inches

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The Eskimo and the Oil Man (Hardcover) $35.55 The Arctic century is upon us. A great jockeying for power and influence has erupted among nations in the high north. At stake are trillions of dollars in profit or loss, US security, geopolitical influence and the fate of a fragile environment as well as the region`s traditional people. As the ice melts and oil companies venture north, the polar regions may become the next Panama Canal, the next Arabian Peninsula-places on earth that remain relatively unknown in one century and become pivotal in the next. Now Shell oil plans to sink exploratory wells in the pristine waters off the North Slope of Alaska-a site that the company believes contains three times as much oil as the Gulf of Mexico.THE ESKIMO AND THE OIL MAN tells this story through the eyes of two men, one an I upiat Eskimo leader on Alaska`s North Slope, the other the head of Shell Oil`s Alaska venture. Their saga is set against the background of an undersea land rush in the Arctic, with Russian bombers appearing off Alaska`s coast, and rapid changes in ice that put millions of sea mammals at risk. The men`s decisions will affect the daily lives of all Americans, in their cities and towns and also in their pocketbooks. The story begins as a fight and ends with a surprise.In the spirit of Thomas L. Friedman`s Hot, Flat, and Crowded, bestselling author Bob Reiss traveled in America`s High North over three years and spent time with scientists, diplomats, military planners, Eskimo whale hunters and officials at the highest levels of the government. He traveled to remote villages and sailed on a US icebreaker. THE ESKIMO AND THE OIL MAN reflects the issues dividing every American community wrestling with the balance between energy use and environmental protection, our love of cheap gas and the romance of pristine wilderness.

Kenflo Interview and applying Namman Muay

If somebody use Nan Man Prai(Corpe's oil) to charm the opposite sex,is it againt the law of Thailand?

I mean those who use nam man prai , is it an offense in Thaialnd

I only heard about it.

I don't think the law are related to Nam Man Prai as it is about supersitious believe and can't prove by science.

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4 Responses to “Oil Nam Man”

1. mydikhanglowtotheflo Says:
   September 11th, 2010 at 5:12 pm

2. DXer Says:
   January 5th, 2011 at 4:03 pm

   Here is Weird Al Yankovic’s adaptation of my ED you know, I had hoped it instead be done by CLUTCH50000 Unstoppable Watts (“Anthrax, Ham Radio and Ode:Rats Live On No Evil Star(A palindrome reads the same forwards and backwards)Ma handed Edna hamMa is as selfless as I amKayak salad, Alaska yak.Campus Motto: Bottoms up, MacWow! Sis! Wow!Wonton on salad? Alas, no, not now!“Desserts, sis?” (Sensuousness is stressed).Desserts I desire not, so long no lost one rise distressed.“Do nine men interpret?” Nine men, I nod.Doc, note I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.May a moody baby doom a yam?Marge let a moody baby doom a telegram.Oh who was it I saw, oh who?Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo?Was it a car or a cat I saw?War! I saw ‘Nam — man was I raw.We panic in a pew.We’ll let Mom tell Lew.‘Tis in a DeSoto sedan I sit.To Idi Amin I am an idiot.Race fast, safe car.Rats live on no evil star.Toot! Toot!Too hot to hoot.Stop, Syrian! I start at rats in airy spots.Stop! Murder us not, tonsured rumpots.Trap a rat! Stare, piper, at star apart!Trade ye no mere moneyed art.If I had a hi-fi!? If I had a hi-fi!?I, madam, I made radio. So I dared! Am I mad? Am I?Ah! A mop, a man, a map: Omaha!Was it felt? I had a hit left, I saw.Solo gigolos.So many dynamos.Oh, no! Don Ho.Ogre, flog a golfer. Go!Ten animals I slam in a net.Pets, Ed, I sidestep.Yo Bob, mug a gumbo boy!Young Sten nets gnu! Oy!Nurse, save rare vases, run!Now, sir, a war is won.Mad? Am I, madam?Madam, in Eden, I’m Adam!Reviled did I live, said I, as evil did I deliver.Revered now I live on. O did I no evil, I wonder ever?Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas.Are we not drawn onwards, we few, drawn on to new era?

3. lawrencevo Says:
   November 3rd, 2011 at 9:35 am

   I don't think it does…I've never been there but not many people say sep when i'm talking to adults or hear adults talking

4. Says:
   December 26th, 2011 at 8:42 am

   Mmm…Toblerone…OWWW!!! Goddamnit, why the hell have I neglected to see a dentist for six years!??
   Cool, everyone's submitting what they call poetry! No really, I'm not knocking anyone. I love reading that shit! It makes me feel all squishy inside or something…then the village of vienna sausage children usually start rising up against me and try to kill my head and that's when I gotta lay down. But hey, why not join the trend? I'll try my hand and write something really stupid (ok, the usual for me, then) and post for all (especially Krusty. YIII!!!…”YIII”? What the hell??) to berate and insult…but wait, if I'm saying it's crap anyway, what's the point in insulting it? I think I'm thinkin' too much and drinking too little. Anyway, here goes (note: this isn't really a poem per se, but more of an intentionally annoying article I pulled out of my non-existent ass or maybe somewhere else's) :
   “My fist will smash your retina of malevolence!” exclaimed Minky Delano. He quite all too often was prone to shouting and waving a meaty cottage cheese thigh in a threatening manner at the none-too-visible summit of the Gelato-Flan mountains of Greg the Abdominal. “Mr. Campylobacter Jejuni has your pet mongoloid, you celibate, senile and chaffed pantaloon fops!!!” Minky Went on further to expound. He was by now drawing a crowd of egg-salad eating lawn gnomes, ready at any given moment to charge on the boulders they had known as the Goiterma?s library, bar and grill. Their pants were indeed pressed and ready for action, children, lemme tell ya. I know. I was there. In fuckin' 'Nam, man! However, I digress. As was previoiusly stated (or maybe not), the enochian lesbian midgets were proceeding to proceed and furthermore decend upon a hapless stale jelly doughnut, which had absolutely no idea of the incoming rectal scraping to befall it's unseemly seams. Mighty Fuck the Festering Leg Cramp and the Majik Treetoes Lobsterbasket had by this time devoured the entire cast of My Mother, The Car, the semi-transparent nation-state of Delectablemonkeystains and two lemony Hydrox cookies that had been dropped on the floor, but sustained the five-and-a-half second rule and were therefore all the more contemptuous in their evilosity, but very, very tasty. As a result, James Lipton was given a life sentence, yet never served any time because of a messy and unsucessful suicide pact with Corey Haim and some other guy named Stan who lives in Cincinnati. Evidently, they had wasted all the steam. To this date, there has never been more tits in a short film than there were in Screamy Noises and Green Smelly Things: A Loathe Story. No one knows exactly why, but there is free cake and punch for all of D.B. Cooper's idyosyncratic idolizers at 4pm/c at Edwin the Naked Pyromaniac's House of Egg Whites. Tree-Lob and Fuck the Festering Leg, as they were known to others, of which they knew none as they were far past their expiration dates and defied all logical logic and also smelled quite rank, had recieved food poisoning at a whopping toxicity level of five and after they had their stomachs and other vital organs pumped, resumed on their quest for the Unbreakable Play-Doh Mobile of Quitpissin'inmyrosebushes but found, instead that they had mastered the five magics, which is quite a feat in and of itself. Then everybody ate a sammitch.
   There, that should've surely given someone a migrane, maybe. I dunno anymore. I think it's time to learn the mongoose dance. However, I DO know it HAD to piss more than five people off and one of them is probably J-Bob. Am I sorry? Only if there is to be threatening of kicking me in the wrinkle-beans. I don't like that too much, sir. Not at all, goddamnit. Shit on a midget, that was fucking long! Maybe I am sorry.
   Scruffington “I fashioned this here from my own by-products. Come, touch it, it's still warm.” J. the Denatsate
   Current Music: New Creatures, “Clownhead”]]>

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