سخنرانی مدیر موزه ملی کار در کنگره ملی تاریخ دانان ایران

ششمین کنگره ملی تاریخ دانان ایران که به موضوع تاریخ صنعت و صنعتگران ایرانی اختصاص داشت، ۸ و ۹ شهریور ماه ۱۴۰۲ در دانشگاه بین المللی قزوین برگزار شد. در این کنگره که به همت انجمن ایرانی تاریخ و با  همکاری دانشگاه بین المللی قزوین برگزار شد، موضوعات مختلف پیرامون تاریخ صنعت کشورمان مورد بررسی کارشناسان و اساتید این حوزه قرار گرفت.

در این کنگره علی حسینی مدیر موزه ملی کار پیرامون ” تحولات نظام استاد-شاگردی در ایران” سخنرانی کرد. وی در این همایش، ضمن تشریح و نقد مواد ۱۵ و ۱۶ برنامه هفتم توسعه اقتصادی و اجتماعی کشور، که بر پایه نظام  استاد-شاگردی، تسهیلاتی را برای کارفرمایان، جهت اجرای برنامه آموزش های توام با کار جوانان درنظر گرفته بود، سابقه تاریخی این روش آموزش فنی و حرفه ای را از عصر باستان تا کنون تشریح کرد.

علی حسینی سپس براساس خصوصیات نظام استاد-شاگردی در تاریخ کشورمان، که بر مبنای اخلاق و فرهنگ و روابط انسانی بین استاد و شاگرد، همراه با نظارت های دقیق و مستمر و آزمون های پایانی استوار بود، پیشنهاداتی را برای استفاده از این روش آموزشی در ایران مطرح کرد. از جمله این که شورای عالی کار با عنایت به اختیارات ناشی از تبصره ۲ ماده ۱۱۲ قانون کار، در مورد نوجوانان بین ۱۵ تا ۱۸ سال، شرایط پذیرش کارآموز، حقوق و تکالیف مربوط، مدت آموزش، استانداردهای آموزشی، شیوه آموزش، میزان دریافتی کارآموزان و نحوه بیمه کردن آنان و غیره را مشخص کند. همچنین ضمن توجه هرچه بیشتر نظام به آموزش های عملی و کاربردی از دوران ابتدایی تا دانشگاه، بایستی برنامه های آموزشی کشور با برنامه های کار و اشتغال هماهنگ و مرتبط گردند تا همواره آموزش ها بر مبنای نیازهای بازار کشور صورت گیرد. ضمن این که بایستی حتی الامکان آموزش های فنی و حرفه ای با محیط و فضای کار مرتبط گردد، تا کارآموزان بتوانند از استادان و مربیانی بهره گیرند که با دنیای کار و سختی های تولید از نزدیک مانوس و آشنا هستند.

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  1. His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face. https://arturzasada.pl/ – dzieciД™ce porno “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.

  2. I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were. https://arturzasada.pl/ – polskie porno “I knew ya couldn’t keep your hands off it.” His dad says. “Men can’t do it, we are drawn to our cocks, like a moth to a flame, and usually that burning sensation that a man feels is the cum boiling up in our balls. You know that feelin’ doncha son?”

  3. “FUCK! FUCK!” He says, as he loosens the tightened grip on his fleshy-red-tool, while it throbs with its life-giving blood coursing through its many vein-filled region. https://arturzasada.pl/ – sex porn mom “I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.

  4. His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs. https://arturzasada.pl/ – sex porn mom His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.

  5. His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock. “Lookin’ good, son. Lookin’ good.” His dad says over the stream of the warm cleansing water as it caresses his mature man body.

  6. The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence. “That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.”

  7. The sound of the shower echoes throughout the empty house. The bathroom door is open. He knows he has privacy. He is alone. No older brother. No father. Or mother. It is just him. “You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?”

  8. “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. The sound of the shower echoes throughout the empty house. The bathroom door is open. He knows he has privacy. He is alone. No older brother. No father. Or mother. It is just him.

  9. “Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says. “Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil.

  10. Daddy smiled and said, “ that is my good boy. Don’t even want to leave your daddy’s Ripe socks on the floor. That’s the respect I love boy.” I then was told to clean his left foot. “Scrub these whitish paste out in my toenails. I want you to smell and place them in your mouth and let me see.” Daddy commented. It smelled and tasted like Brie cheese. Then I moved my tongue in between daddy’s toes. I cleaned up so well. Just thought I was finished. Daddy said,” the sole is clammy. It has nature feet oil after a whole day in the shoes, you think you finished fag. Keep working on that.” His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass.

  11. Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.” “See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”

  12. Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose. His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face.

  13. “What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks. His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds.

  14. His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs. “What are you now, son?”

  15. Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs.

  16. “I ain’t a-talking ‘bout how big ya cock is, boy. I am talking ‘bout ya, weight. Your height.” His dad says. “I kinda figured on how big you are down there. That’s obvious. It makes me proud of you. My son. Of what I created, along with ya mother.” “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.

  17. “FUCK! FUCK!” He says, as he loosens the tightened grip on his fleshy-red-tool, while it throbs with its life-giving blood coursing through its many vein-filled region. “What are you now, son?”

  18. “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom. His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.

  19. “Yes, sir.” He says as he straightens up, standing erect as his member pulses to life between his legs, and in his father’s right hand, which are firmly locked on his balls. “Yes, sir, I do.”

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