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[myths0f01d]

On occasions Arthur would go out hunting. Though that is what he told Uther. He'd take Merlin and a few close guards, such as Leon, and ride out to a forest far and over the land. They would settle and Leon would nod at the two as they left separate to the party. The knights would hunt and those who wished not to, would go with Merlin and Arthur to a far village that did not know what the prince of Camelot looked like. So as the nights reigned on, Merlin and Arthur would drink their fill, gambling and placing bets and having a merry time. On rare occasions Merlin would be brave enough to take Arthur's hand, as it was common amongst far villages for men to be in love, and he would pull Arthur to the floor as they danced with others. Merlin dorned a large wondrous smile while other wore eyes of a love struck fool, a smile to match that of Merlin's. And they would dance. They would have fleeting touches as their breath grew tiresome from the laughter and their feet grew sore. And when all was well and done they would retire to a room upstairs. The candle light flickering softly to illuminate each feature on their faces. Arthur would trace a finger gently down Merlins face and Merlin would place soft kisses on Arthur's hand and knuckles. A sign of devotion and utter love each held for the others. These moments were rare. They happened few. They did not dare to do more for fear of Uther finding out. And so on these rare trips to outer lying villages as common with a man to another, the people would look away as they felt they were breaching an intimate and private moment amongst the two as they looked in eachothers eyes. With their secret touches when garnered. And so as the night went out and dawn rose so did they. Merlin and Arthur and any knight that joined them would head out back into the forest to meet with the hunting party, what they caught was their proof. And as Merlin and Arthur mounted their horses they pretended. The pretended to not hold such love for the other. Pretended their touch was little more then that of need and they pretended to be surface level friends as they bantered, such as what was appropriate for a servant and a prince. Though as they rode at the front back to Camelot, the knights looked on, they look with sorrow in their eyes knowing the two could be nothing more until Uther was well and away, no longer on the throne. And on those ever rare occasions when Merlin and Arthur were alone, Merlins eyes would light up with gold, Arthur's breath hitching as molten butterflies of many gold and sparkling colours the likes of jewels would flout around them, one landing on his very nose. They would dissappear in puffs and slow sparkles like the drizzling rain, Merlin would bless him with a kiss on the nose and nothing more would happen. This went on for many years, trips to outer lying villages. Forest for hunting and tavern nights lit my the stars and candle light, when laughter was a comforting sound and the people were welcoming of them. On those nights they both cherished.

And as the years went on and Uther passed and Arthur became king did he finally allow himself to court Merlin properly, in the light of day amongst many people, no longer holding fear and secret. Magic was returned to the land and they built Albion together from top to bottom as years passed. Druids were welcomed back to the citidale and any practice of magic was legalized. Though that of ill will and intent would swiftly find themselves at the feet of Emrys.

And as the bells rang day end and night out it signaled the final union of the two. Arthur taking Merlin as his husband. The kings consort. To rule by his side for ever and always.

And as the people looked upon them with peace and true happiness in a longer time then any would rather admit, they saw, they saw how in love the two were. Irrevocable and unconditional soul bound, so in love.

People would strive to find a love like the king and his magical consort. None ever coming close but always finding their happiness in the end.

And as the ages went by and Arthur retired the throne, he and Merlin went off to a land over on the other side of the forest, built a cottage and become farmers, a simple and truly happy life Arthur always wanted with Merlin. Their friends knew where to find them and if Canelot should ever raise her calls of need they would head her and help.

And that is how they spent out the rest of their days.

In flowered meadows and trickling streams, on grassy hills and sunny trees, on a breeze so light and warm and the air filled with honey and all things of comfort.

That's how Arthur and Merlin spent it with one another. No longer with secret touches or fluttering gazes. But instead with prolonged touches and eyes staring for hours in the simple being of each other.

They loved wholly and truly.

And that's how they ended.

In love and at peace.

[arthur-rex]

sorceress-queen + canon!Arthur (a prelude)

@sorceress-queen​​

His heart beats. The shouting of his knights grows louder. Steel blades flash in the darkness. Lightning strikes upon the bodies of the invaders that sought to steal the land from Arthur’s people. To rape and pillage the villages; the towns and the city of Camelot. Yet the Saxons would never take precedence here; Albion is far too old and ancient already. She has withstood the tides of conquest and occupation over centuries of war between natives and outsiders. Arthur is only her most recently-chosen warrior king, and young indeed is he, only 31 summers of age, on this day-

The day that Arthur Pendragon must die.

Blood clings to his legs, to his arms, spattered across his chest. Not only his, but those of all the many fathers, brothers and sons he has killed on the battlefield. The fair-haired child of summer turns hardened, crystal-blue eyes upon the bodies of the dead. He took no pleasure in this; and yet he knew and accepted the cost demanded of his bloodline. To be named Protector of the People, is to bear the hopes and safeguard the dreams of a nation.

In the end, the life of a King mattered not. It is the Kingdom that must endure.

Guinevere will make a fine Queen in his absence.

His heart beats. Every step he takes is laborious and slow. He is dying. The knights are falling back; confused and mesmerised in equal measure by the sheer power incarnate in the form of a wizened figure on a hill. Briefly does Arthur turn his gaze upon Camelot’s most unlikely saviour. Miraculous. Beautiful. 

His attentions then return to rubble underfoot; to the soft sound of running water, bubbling up from a hidden spring nearby. Is he delirious? Some say that in the final moments of your life, you begin to see your life unwind backwards. All the way back; to the moment you first drew breath.  

The son of Uther Pendragon falls upon his knees. His sword clatters upon the ground; loosened from his hand. Dripping crimson tears; the blade of a warrior longs to retire from the carnage of a life of death and broken dreams. 

Albion should have been reunited into one Kingdom. One land of peace and prosperity. But it was not to be. 

At least…  at least, the young king has led the charge to save his people one last time from invaders wishing to impose their rule. It is a vicious cycle. One that Arthur, the prince of peace, in the end had been unable to break. Not in this lifetime, at least.

Life. Indeed, is a precious gift; but Destiny would not have him live beyond this day. 

The broken shard of the blade of Arthur’s once most cherished knight sinks deeper into his chest. 

Mordred’s betrayal eats away into his body, stealing the final moments of life from the young king. Arthur falls upon the barren earth, rolling over onto his back to stare up at the waning stars. The dawn is approaching. Soon, the light of the sun would rise upon the battlefield of Camlann, and the true cost of all who perished here will be made naked in the dawn.

It is time now to sleep. Yet, Arthur groans as his eyes close. 

His heart still continues to beat.

Where is Guinevere? Where is Merlin? Where are the two people closest to him; where are they in this hour - when he must at last succumb to the honour that came with being a knight of the realm?

For there is no greater form of love, than to lay down your life for your friends.

___

Arthur is unconscious when she finds him. There are no words that can be said. No promises or apologies accepted. Only choices that have to be made.

She betrayed him. She took his naivety and turned him into something that has haunted the blond prince every waking moment since. Not lovers in this lifetime, but oh… how easily they could have slipped into that. Once upon time. Arthur never once stopped hoping that she could be saved. That he could bring her back from the path of hatred and revenge she had chosen to walk in her moment of despair and weakness. 

But it was too late, the die had already been cast.

And once again, Morgana would take the fate of Albion into her hands this day.

[girlactionfigure]

There is so much ignorance about Israel and Israelis. They are so many lies told by anti-Israel haters. I like the personal touch so I thought I would take you on a bit of a tour to meet some: THREAD ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Avraham Kiryati was 8 years old when in 1929, Arabs massacred the Jews of Hebron. His uncle stepped outside and was one of those murdered. He is a descendant of Jews who escaped the Spanish inquisition, settling first in Tzfat and then in Hebron. 

Eden Alene is singing Israel's entry in next years Eurovision song contest. She was born in Jerusalem, but both of her parents had immigrated from Ethiopia - fleeing the persecution there. There are about 130,000 Jews of Ethiopian descent in Israel today. 

Elinor Joseph is a Christian Israeli Arab. She serves in a combat role in the Israeli military. She was born in the village of Jish in northern Israel. She is one of approximately 177,000 Christians living in Israel - the only country in the region that protects them. 

Yaakov Horovitz was born in Alexandria, Egypt in the 1930s. His family had a successful business. In 1956 they were arrested and told to sign over all their posessions and given days to leave the country. They were expelled and eventually arrived as refugees in Israel. 

Ruth survived the Holocaust. She jumped from a train heading to the camps and joined partisans to fight the Nazis. Here she is with her granddaughter Opal - an officer in the Israeli army. One of those protecting the Jews to make sure nothing like that ever happens again. 

Ismail Khaldi is an Israeli Beduin. He was born in Khawaled, a village near Haifa. He served in the Israeli Ministry of Defense, Israel Police, and in the Israel Defense Forces. He is now an Israeli diplomat in the Israeli Ministry of Foreign Affairs. 

Pe'er Tasi is a successful Israeli singer. His music is of Mizrahi or 'eastern' genre. Tasi's family come from Yemen where like many, they fled persecution. There are about 400,000 Israelis of Yeminite descent. 

Eli Amir was born in Iraq. His family fled the persecution - and he was one of a million Jews in Arab lands who were ethnically cleansed. In Israel he forged a successful - award winning writing career. There are about 450,000 Israelis of Iraqi descent. 

Behruz Baradarian was born in Iran. He fled Iran after the Islamic revolution in 1979. He has a shop and sells dry goods and spices. Behruz regrets that he cannot visit the place of his birth. He is one of over 130,000 of Iranian descent living in Israel. 

Ninet Tayeb is of Tunisian descent. She is a successful musician, singer-songwriter, composer, DJ, model and actress. Her parents arrived in Israel seperately, both fleeing persecution. There are 10,000s of Israelis with Tunisian descent. 

Yossi Cohen was born in Israel. In fact his family trace back roots in Israel at least nine generations. He is the current Director of Mossad. As Jews have ALWAYS been present in the region, many Israelis families can count them as their descendants. 

Gadeer Kamal-Mreeh is a Druze-Israeli. She is a politician and journalist. Her faction, Blue & White are in the present government. She was the first female Druze Israeli politician to become a member of the Knesset. 

Natan Sharansky was born in the Soviet Union. As a refusenik he spent 9 years in Soviet Jails. He was the 1st political prisoner released by Gorbachev. When the Soviets eventually opened its doors, a million Jews escaped. Sharansky went on to be a successful Israeli politician. 

Sarah Avraham is an Israeli kickboxer. In 2014 she won the Women's World Thai-Boxing Championship. She was born in India and moved to Israel after the 2008 Mumbai attacks. There are approximately 85,000 Jews of Indian-origin in Israel. 

Beram Kayal is an Israeli Muslim. Kayal is a successful footballer and plays for Brighton & Hove Albion. He has played at the International level since 2008, with 44 senior caps to date playing for Israel. There are over 1.5 million Arab Muslims in Israel. 

Amir Ohana was born in Israel. His parents fled persecution from Morocco. Ohana is a Likud MK and he is the current Minister of Justice. Ohana is openly gay. There are now 6 openly gay MKs in the 120 seat Knesset. In Israel a million Jews claim Moroccan heritage. 

Daniel Gal was born in Algeria. When he was just 5 or 6 he was expelled for being Jewish. His father lost his job as Jewish businesses were taken by the state. Under heavy persecution, his family fled to Israel. 

Salim Joubran is a Christian Maronite. Salim Joubran was appointed justice in Supreme Court of Israel in 2004. Which made him a sitting judge in the highest court in Israel. He recently retired. 

Jonathan Elkhoury was born in Lebanon. He is gay Christian Lebanese refugee. Jonathan and his family were forced to flee Lebanon - running from Hezbollah retribution. Now AN Israeli, Jonathan tours campuses in the west, debunking lies about Israel that haters tell. 

I could keep going because there are more examples, but I think the point is made. The idea Israel is some European colony is a lie spread by haters seeking to delegitimise the Jewish state So now *YOU* know not to believe the lies

David Collier

[drarryspecificrecs]

2013.08

Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3 this month

1. The Price of Valour by RomanyWalker & WeasleyWench [E, 406k]

���What happens when someone you hate needs you more than anything else? When it's life or death, either battle to the end, or die trying.

2. Checkmate by Naadi [T, 245k]

►Draco has the perfect plan to get Harry Potter and challenges him to a game of Dare Chess. But is it love, or betrayal, he has in mind? A real chess game is played throughout the story.

3. Chains of Earth by @dysonrules [M, 89k]

►Draco is kidnapped and forced to make a choice between taking his own life or becoming something less than human. Of course, he makes the right decision. Enter Harry, who discovers he has a bit of a thing for wings.

4. Amalgam by Dacro [T, 89k]

►After Voldemort falls, Harry and Draco return to Hogwarts to teach. When a metal wand and a student with no past put the school in danger of a vampire attack, it's up to Harry, Draco, and the rest of Hogwart's staff (new and old) to survive the day, save the school, solve a mystery, and get lost in all the sexual tension.

5. If Only I Could Turn Back Time by xenadragon_xoxo [M, 62k]

►Harry is grieving over the death of his fiancée Ginny when he discovers that Draco has a Time-Turner and enlists his help to save her. But what happens when things go wrong and they go a little too far back? And what happens when Harry begins to question if this mission is really worth it?

6. You Jump, I Jump by StrawberryGirl87 [E, 53k]

►Hogwarts no longer feels like home to Harry, it is time to move on but he has nowhere else to go where he can feel like he can be accepted as the used and broken hero that he is. Standing on the precipice of uncertainty he finds a helping hand offered to him from the most unlikely of people. Draco Malfoy is willing to stand by his side when things seem extremely bleak. Together they fight to carry on when it feels as if everyone is against them. The only thing they both want is to be accepted fully and without question. Life and love isn't perfect but they will learn to be friends and maybe even more.

7. The Sultan's Slave by @elfflame [E, 51k]

►In another world, Harry Potter is sultan of the kingdom of Albion. A recent war is over, but things are still not right in the world. Especially for a young man in his harem named Draco, who longs to catch his sultan's eye.

8. Draco Malfoy and the Secret Inheritance by Nattish [E, 46k]

►Draco is pregnant. Pregnant! At age 16, no less, and (if you hadn’t noticed) he’s a bloke. How on Earth did this happen? If that’s not upsetting enough, he has no idea who fathered the damn thing. Lust, lies, and scandal abound!

9. Misplaced Memories by Dacro [E, 38k]

►Harry is hit by an unknown curse and loses eighteen years of his memories. When he wakes up, he doesn't remember magic, Hogwarts or that he's happily married to a former Death Eater. Draco struggles to adapt to the changes and tries to help Harry retrieve his memories without causing further damage.

10. Flight Plan by PhoenixPhoether [M, 38k]

►Draco Malfoy is a con artist who sells dubious, ineffectual, and outright fake products to unsuspecting villagers. He wants to run one last scam then retire in style, so he chooses Hogsmeade and sets up shop selling “flight school” to the children. Unbeknownst to him, Harry Potter lives there and runs a book shop. Draco attempts to use this to his advantage; the results he achieves aren't quite what he planned.

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✔ other months

[rcardamone]

Final Part 5: The Real Limit

The final chapter in “The Human Planet” begins with a quote by Lewis Mumford: “Every culture lives within its dream.”1 Dreams are the ultimate limit. While we likely encounter other constraints in the ongoing formation and changes of our cultures and selves, our aims are dictated by what we can conceive. This is as true for an individual as it is for a culture. To broaden the scope of a culture’s dreams starts with broadening those of individuals. And before broadening the dreams of other individuals, one must do so with their own. 

Lewis and Maslin assert that there are only three possible outcomes for humanity. First, they entertain the possibility that business as usual, as in “the continued development of the consumer capitalist mode of living towards greater complexity” could survive the challenges brought on by human impact on the environment. 2 I do not want to linger here as I agree with Lewis and Maslin that this is highly unlikely. However, I think its important emphasize that even if the system was certain to sustain itself indefinitely, that, fundamentally, would not be a desirable outcome. The system simply does not maximize the possibilities of human life for the vast majority of the people within it. Lewis and Maslin provide an exceptionally concise summary of the core of the system: “In today’s world [people] are required to sell their labour in order to obtain what they need to live. People must work and continually increase their productivity--if they don’t somebody more productive will replace them. For this people earn, on average, more money over time, with which they buy more goods and services to live better. The owners of the resources live on the profits they extract from the labour-sellers, and reinvest some of those profits in order to further increase productivity to produce more goods and services.” 3 It is clear that this reduces human flourishing, even for those who succeed within the system, to a very narrow thing: the consumption of more goods and services to make life better. This is not to minimize the value of having enough material resources to live well. That is important. However, it is not what makes a human life worth living. At least not for me. 

I think the essence of the fallacy consumer capitalism is built on, that we must constantly pursue more to improve our lives, is beautifully captured in the tale of the Mexican Fisherman told by Mark Albion (from the assigned materials for March 2nd). In the story, a young traveler, a businessman with an MBA, asks a fisherman why he has not caught more fish. He replies, “I catch enough to support my family and I live a full and busy life.” He explains his daily routine, which includes time to work, but also time for family, and music, and wine, and teaching. The MBA replies by explaining steps the man could take to build a fishing empire over time. At each step, the fisherman asks the question, “then what?” After becoming a millionaire a million times over, the MBA explains, realizing his foolishness, the fisherman would be able to retire to a small village, fish a little, spend time with his family, teach the children to fish, and play guitar with his wife. 4 The moral is simple and profound: The man already had enough, and he knew it. Growth could do nothing for him. The strange part of this is, we can all recognize that the fisherman’s life is good. We understand why it is good, since it is what we would hope to retire to. But somehow, our culture has convinced us that first we must participate in the charade of growing for growth’s sake. Simply put, consumer capitalism has no governing concept of enough. The question of, “how much is enough?” is rarely asked and answered with solidity. Instead, we reach for ever more, with many of us knowing on some level that what we are doing is ridiculous and empty. That is the dream our culture has created, and it is a dream that many of us, whether we like it or not, live inside both in ways that we recognize and ways we do not. And we, within that system, are the “winners,” who have attained the best or close to the best it has to offer. If that dream was not morally unconscionable for its impact on the future, it would still be an unacceptable burden on the human soul. 

Figure 1, The MBA and the Mexican Fisherman 5

I subscribe to Lewis and Maslin’s argument that the two positive feedback loops capitalism relies on, “the solving of problems via the scientific method, which improves technology, thereby allowing greater numbers of problems to be solved; and the investment of profits into the production of ever more profits, which requires ever-more energy inputs,” cannot continue indefinitely given the finitude of the system (the planet) on which we live and that their cessation (or dramatic change) may be closer than we think. 6 However, what does worry me is our apparent desire to hold on to our current way of living for as long as possible, even if it means denying reality. This fact was made painstakingly clear to me by the presented information about the projections used to draw up the terms of the Paris Climate Accord, that this is exactly what we are doing as a world. As Lewis and Maslin succinctly put it, “modelling scenarios...are narratives in mathematical form.” The modelling narrative told to make the Paris Climate Accord look like it can lead to net zero carbon emissions by 2050 is at best laughably optimistic and at worst a conscious lie. The models rely heavily on the deployment of Bioenergy Carbon Capture and Storage (BECCS). There are two methods of this, one of which involves, “collecting the waste carbon dioxide from fossil fuel-burning power plants and burying it underground to keep it safely out of the atmosphere.” The second is to “grow crops and trees for fuel, burn them in a power station to produce electricity, and capture the waste carbon dioxide, again by burying it.” 7 In essence, the models “use historical precedent to set the expected maximum pace of emission reduction, which leaves lots of remaining fossil fuel emissions. The models then use BECCS to square that with the much smaller actual carbon budget to keep emissions below 2 degrees Celsius” 8 In order to make the models work, BECCS would have to store “1300 billion tonnes of carbon dioxide which is larger than the total amount of carbon dioxide we are allowed to emit if we are going to limit global warming to 2 degrees celsius.” To do that would require, “15,000 of these plants...running. Moreover it has become clear that carbon capture and storage is more complex than expected.” 9 One might argue that the models are simply realistic in that they set a maximum pace of emissions reductions and try to work with that. However, we are, as a species, hedging a tremendous bet on an unproven technology being deployed at a colossal scale. That does not seem so realistic. Why are we doing this? To quote Lewis and Maslin, “because it puts off taking action now.” I have to admit that this was wildly disappointing to read, and this is exactly the type of thing that makes me assume we are headed for the second option Lewis and Maslin posit: Collapse. 

Figure 2, Graph showing significant role of BECCS in Reaching Paris Climate Targets 10

When Lewis and Maslin imagine futures where not enough is done to keep global warming to a manageable level, they do not definitively answer the question of whether this would trigger total collapse of interconnected civilization. They do however make the point that a world where emissions are not quickly cut to zero would be one of “dizzying social, environmental, social and political change to deal with the failures to curb earlier problems.” Furthermore, on whether this could be sustainable, they state that, “[i]t is worth recalling what we have learnt from the collapse of various aricultural societies in the past: societies often get more complex as they solve problems, but when the marginal returns on these investments in complexity is lost, some of this complexity is lost. This loss is another way of saying that they collapse.” 11 What can be lost in discussions of diminishing complexity is that collapse entails human suffering on a colossal scale. The collapse of ecosystems will bring on the collapse of food supply chains and economies. The collapse of geopolitical stability resulting from this will bring on war. “Some complexity” being lost may sound like an acceptable option due to Lewis and Maslin’s gentle word choice, but it entails an unimaginable human cost that cannot be even entertained. Still, I have to admit that in my rational mind, I see this as the most likely option. Nothing in Lewis and Maslin’s chapter inspired realistic hope in me that this can be avoided. I continue to think, and many of the trends they describe in the chapter bear this out, that consumer capitalism is deeply entrenched and will likely require a massive shock, perhaps something on the order of this collapse, to be fundamentally restructured. The will to do enough to prevent catastrophic warming, which would almost by its nature mean making dramatic changes to capitalism, quite simply does not seem to be there right now. Perhaps there will come a day in the future when it is, but drastic action has to start happening now or extremely soon if we hope to prevent catastrophic warming. I cannot rationally envision this happening. 

It is here that I encounter not only my culture’s limits for dreams of the future, but my own. I do not want to be somebody who accepts the inevitability of collapse. I want to be somebody who believes in and works for the creation of the third way Lewis and Maslin imagine as possible: a radical change in our mode of living. And yet, I have quite a hard time dreaming of this future as they do without thinking myself naive. The best argument I can offer myself is that if I accept the impossibility of such a future, then I help to absolutely guarantee that impossibility. However, if I dedicate myself to the third way, even if I cannot rationally justify why I think it is possible, there remains some possibility, even if it is small, that I will be a part of bringing it about. Thankfully, there is so much that I do not know, least of all the future. And there will always be solace in what is yet to be. 

Words: 1827 

1 Lewis, Simon, and Mark Maslin. The Human Planet: How We Created the Anthropocene: a Pelican Book. London: Pelican, 2018.

2 Lewis and Maslin 369 

3 Lewis and Maslin 400 

4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7JlI959slY

5 Lewis and Maslin 371 

6 Lewis and Maslin 395 

7 Lewis and Maslin 395 

8 Lewis and Maslin 396 

9 Lewis and Maslin 397 

10 https://www.google.com/search?q=graph+beccs&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi2sq30zp_pAhVKmK0KHQ5_DEgQ_AUoAXoECAwQAw#imgrc=_VR5xjjfgj4_cM

11 Lewis and Maslin 387

[salimsellami]

C’est demain que s’ouvre la campagne électorale mais on ne sait pas ce que les candidats vont pouvoir nous dire de plus que ce qu’ils n’ont pas pu taire depuis le jour où ils ont déposé leurs candidatures…

Et puis, nous les connaissons si bien qu’il n’est pas du tout utile de les écouter; et puis, nous savons tous qu’entre les promesses généreuses et la capacité à les réaliser, il y’a une administration bureaucratique gloutonne doublée d’une “mafia politico-financière” féroce et d’un pouvoir occulte omnipuissant auxquels Bouteflika ou Benflis devront se soumettre ou se démettre… que dire de Louiza Hanoune et des autres lièvres !

Nous allons juste devoir nous farcir leurs “fatchas” mal léchées sur les murs de nos villes et villages; des portraits qui n’ont rien d’oeuvres d’art, juste des photos mal cadrées aux couleurs mal choisies, que seul embellit notre pauvre drapeau…

C’est le 22 mars 1904 que le Daily Illustrated Mirror publia la première photo couleur… Un procédé qui sera utilisé durant cette campagne, à saturation par nos journaux qui faute de pouvoir user du poids des mots, abuseront du choc des photos…

Il n’est pas exclu que certains candidats nous refassent le coup du laser comme le fit Abassi Madani dans les années 90 en écrivant le nom de Dieu sur les nuages et qui expliqua malicieusement cette “mou3djiza” en précisant que c’était un “ikra’m” mais sans dire mot sur la technique utilisée afin de ne pas en atténuer les dividendes auprès de ceux, très nombreux, qui ont cru et croient encore au miracle alors que le brevet du laser fut déposé il y’a belle lurette par Townes et Schawlow, précisément le… 22 mars 1960.

On ne sait pas si les coursiers de cette année joueront le jeu jusqu’à la ligne d’arrivée où s’ils feront comme ces chevaux inscrits à plus crédible stud book qui, lors de la première 3ouh’da se rebiffèrent et abandonnèrent la course devant le favori du “système”, et qui font aujourd’hui les épistoliers aigris mais assagis…

l’Histoire semble pourtant se répéter mais les lièvres ont dû apprendre la leçon de Mohamed Said et de la récompense qu’il reçut pour s’être donné le plaisir de faire semblant de courir… et puis, si on sait gérer le pactole offert à l’occasion, on peut, il faut le dire, gagner une petite place au paradis en se faisant millionnaire, pour ne pas dire milliardaire à moindres frais et se dire en se passant la langue sur les lèvres: “yen3al bou elli mayhebbech les élections présidentielles !”…

En vérité, les compétiteurs de cette élection de la 4e 3ouhda devraient eux aussi se retirer car les jeux sont faits et les promesses de neutralité ne servent qu’à mener le processus à son terme pour lui conférer une crédibilité plutôt internationale que nationale car la canaille qu’on appelle aux urnes est faite pour donner sa voix et non son avis…

Monsieur Bouteflika n’a pas besoin de faire campagne et M. Ouyahia qui a promis sa présence physique à un meeting n’aura même pas besoin de se confondre en excuses pour sa fausse promesse, d’abord parce que monsieur Ouyahia ne s’excuse jamais, autrement il n’aurait que ça à faire; ensuite parce que notre président n’a pas besoin de prouver quoi que ce soit pour se faire reconduire, comme son ami le général Soeharto qui fut réélu président le 22 mars 1973 et récidiva en 1978, 1983, 1988, 1993 et 1998 le battant de 2 mandats avant d’être contraint de démissionner…

Disons pour finir que c’est le 22 mars 2004 que Cheikh Yassine fut, malgré sa chaise roulante, abattu par un tir ciblé d’hélicoptère israélien au moment où la Ligue Arabe fondée par la perfide Albion pour donner des Arabes l’image d’un Goliath face au chétif David, fêtait, jour pour jour son 59 anniversaire puisqu’elle vit le jour sous l’impulsion de 6 pays le 22 mars 1945..

Dans son oraison funèbre, Ismail Hannia a dit de l’homme à la chaise roulante qu’il rêvait de pareille mort…

Notre homme à la chaise roulante qui fut l’auteur d’une mémorable oraison funèbre au temps où il savait parler, doit lui aussi rêver certainement d’une mort plus douce, mais dans ses fonctions de Président faute d’avoir eu le privilège de mourir au combat comme le digne Chaoui hacha Sellal, Mustapha Ben Boulaid, assassiné par l’occupant, par une méthode aussi brutale mais plus perfide que le Cheikh Yassine… le 22 mars 1956…

Goethe qui est mort le 22 mars 1832 disait; « La hauteur nous attire, mais non les degrés qui y mènent ; les yeux fixés sur la lune, nous cheminons volontiers dans la plaine. » Publication de Mohamed Adjou 22/3/2014

Nous sommes le 22 Mars 2014… C'est demain que s'ouvre la campagne électorale mais on ne sait pas ce que les candidats vont pouvoir nous dire de plus que ce qu'ils n'ont pas pu taire depuis le jour où ils ont déposé leurs candidatures...

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Une conductrice bretonne à l’heure du Brexit

C’était comme à chaque fois qu’un incident anecdotique contextualisé dans un événement de grande envergure politique l’amenait à devoir choisir. Avoir le bourdon dans la cervelle ou, comme disent nos ennemis héréditaires, avoir des butterflies in the stomach ?  Quand l’heure du Brexit fut venue sur l’Europe et sur son village armoricain, la dame dans l’auto se trouva fort dépourvue. Prise en tension entre un attachement franco-européen assez neuf au regard de l’Histoire et ce sentiment ambigu qui relie les Bretons littoraux du Nord (petits) aux Bretons de la côte sud de l’Angleterre (grands). Il s’agissait d’une probable affiliation atavique, antérieure à l’invention de la géographie et des états centralisés. Elle était ancrée dans ce temps où le/la Channel/ Manche se traversait en 24 heures à la rame. Un mode de propulsion exclusivement basé sur les énergies renouvelables avait en effet permis il y a longtemps à l’Armorique d’importer quantité de cénobites celtes, de Tristan et d’Yseult et enfin des guerriers de cent ans En bref, c’était un attachement datant du cycle arthurien. Pourtant, l’accusait-on parfois de rouler à gauche quand elle rêvait au volant que la dame réfutait fermement la piste génétique (sans dénier l’idée selon laquelle, sur les rivages de grand vent, l’humour doit être lesté d’un flegme qualifié de britannique pour être opposable au désespoir). L’incident lui-même est banal. 

Après avoir parcouru dans des conditions normales une centaine de mètres sur le parking de la poste de Paimpol -sa falaise, son église et son grand pardon-, le véhicule se trouva brutalement stoppé pour une raison indépendante de la volonté de sa conductrice.

A toute  sollicitation de démarrage il opposait cette sorte  de son mourant qui suscite à proximité immédiate un intérêt propre à convoquer la figure archétypale de la Femme-au-volant. Circonstance aggravante, malgré les années écoulées depuis le marché noir, une présomption de culpabilité native pesait sur les épaules de toute conductrice bretonne. Elle était susceptible d’avoir obtenu son permis de conduire par corruption en échange d’un kilo de beurre (salé, le beurre). 

La conductrice procéda sur le champ à un examen de conscience sans concession afin d’éliminer un certain nombre d’oublis notoirement répertoriés (extinction de feux quelconques, changement de bougies, toutes ces sortes de choses sans intérêt susceptibles de vous pourrir une journée quand on les a méprisées). Ayant plaidé non coupable, elle tenta de reconstituer les éléments de diagnostic formulé par l’homme de l’art qui venait d’offrir deux semaines de repos forcé à la voiture. On appelle ce professionnel un garagiste. Il faut savoir que le garagiste des dames partage avec le psy une posture qualifiée de  “neutralité bienveillante” qui les préserve d’observations désobligeantes moyennant une contribution substantielle et un diagnostic reformulé dans un jargon incompréhensible. Mais il se différencie du thérapeute par une obligation de résultats, se souvint la dame, outrée ! Mince alors ! (Gast !) Et, faudrait-il dans l’instant négocier un retour à domicile à un ami dont le sourire compassionnel serait agaçant ? Ou à une copine qui ne serait pas occupée à travailler, à faire des confitures ou, plus exceptionnellement, à faire la vidange de sa voiture ?  Les scénarii qui se profilaient conduisaient au désabusement, à ce stade ultime de l’impuissance qui, chez la dame en question, précédait le flegme évoqué plus haut. Il peut se formuler ainsi : Let it be, je vais prendre un taxi incognito pour rentrer me coucher à quatre heures de l’après-midi. 

Et c’est à ce propos que surgit ce Britannique fraîchement émoulu du Brexit. L’homme se présenta comme un éminent mécanicien Wolkswagen en provenance d’une ville du sud de l’Angleterre. L’accent avait dû s’épanouir dans un faubourg embrumé fréquenté par Jack the Ripper.L’homme affichait ces attributs contradictoires qui rendent, malgré tout, un british sympathique. Veste de lin de coupe impeccable, fleur des champs à la boutonnière. Mais ouverte sur une musculature avantageuse et une pilosité fournie. Bien sûr, le profil sociologique de l’intervenant plaidait nettement en faveur d’un partisan du Brexit. Mais puisque qu’au mépris de toute posture féministe la dame s’apprêtait à déléguer son problème mécanique à un représentant du sexe opposé, elle pouvait bien assumer une contradiction supplémentaire. Elle allait adouber un sujet de la perfide Albion au-dessus de capot de sa voiture (sa voiture et elle avaient, du reste, toujours vécu des vies séparées.) Extraite de l’habitacle, substituée par un clinicien du moteur à explosion, elle avait feint de s’intéresser à l’enchaînement d’opérations qui mobilisait les cinq sens du praticien. Pour aider, elle avait même cru devoir tenter de lui expliquer en anglais une chose à laquelle elle n’avait rien compris en français. Il y était question de faisceau. De boîtier papillon. De masse. Mais… comment dit-on masse en anglais ? Et boîtier papillon ? Butterfly box ? Invraisemblable. Le rythme des opérations s’était accéléré au détriment de la veste de lin impeccablement coupée qui épongeait actuellement le bitume paimpolais au lieu-dit Corne de la gare. Lorsque le valeureux Anglais s’était extirpé de l’arrière train pour résumer la situation, le déluge, le flood s’étaient brutalement ajoutés à la Butterfly box de Pandore. L’ensemble était caractéristique d’une de ces situations dont la dame désespérée d’elle-même se disait: mais qu’ai-je fichu de mon sens pratique, je l’avais sous la main il y a un instant et voici que de faisceau en masse et en boîtier papillon, je suis prête à fredonner Madame Butterfly et “suuuur la mer calméééee, au loin une fumée”… A ce stade, il valait mieux mettre le sujet de sa gracieuse Majesté en relation directe avec un interlocuteur capable de resituer le filet à papillons dans son contexte. Lui tendre son téléphone portable et en profiter pour aller remercier de sa patience et de la mise à disposition de son fiancé la dame fraîchement émoulue, elle aussi, du Brexit. Elle attendait, imperturbable, à distance respectueuse. Hi ! Je suis l’archétype de la femme anglaise relookée comme une théière de chez Harrod’s, vous offrant le sourire énigmatique d’une héroïne d’Agatha Christie qui prend le temps de terminer le pot de jelly avant d’aller ouvrir au cadavre dans le placard. Nice to meet you. Bonjour ! Je suis l’archétype de la femme au volant dont les aïeules ont obtenu le permis de conduire en échange d’un kilo de beurre salé. Moi aussi, enchantée. Un soupçon s’infiltra quand la ressortissante britannique précisa qu’elle constituait la troisième conductrice française en panne de Volkswagen spontanément secourue par son fiancé (France, Allemagne, deux attributs pro-européens). Avait-il quelque chose à se faire pardonner ? Mais à peine la dame avait-elle eu le temps d’échafauder des hypothèses que l’Anglo-saxon interrompit l’échange de civilités pour venir lui délivrer un conseil péremptoire. Allez boire un coup en attendant que le déluge se retire.

Une bière plus tard, les papillons stagnaient toujours sous le capot quand, sollicité au chevet de l’auto en référence à sa récente intervention, l’homme de l’art mécanique surgit dans un concert de Oh la la !!! exprimés en français. L’accent, qui révélait un locuteur d’origine brittophone, transforma ce oh la la ! ponctué d’un Oh la la la la ! ce doit être le XXXX (intraduisible) en appogiature précédant les trompettes de l’Apocalypse. Craignant le pire il décréta le transfert immédiat de l’auto sur une civière à auto jusqu’au chef-lieu du département, où se trouvent les spécialistes du pire. La conclusion révèlerait qu’on est toujours trop soupçonneux avec les anglais brexités. Le diagnostic de l’éminent mécanicien Volkswagen serait validé par le non moins éminent expert en pire du chef-lieu du département. C’était bien le flood ! Nul n’ignore que, sollicitée quand elle vient à manquer, l’essence dégage une odeur caractéristique de flood. L’auto était, donc, en panne d’essence ett la Femme-au-volant rattrapée par sa malédiction native. Elle avait pourtant adopté tous les attributs de sa libération. Elle avait tout donné. Mais sur ce coup-là elle voulait bien jouer son joker. Faire valoir le droit de réfuter la mécanique automobile, quitte à abandonner la voiture attachée à un arbre sur le bord de la route comme cela se pratique couramment en début d’été pour différentes espèces (de toutes façons, avec la pénurie de beurre qui s’annonçait, plus personne n’obtiendrait son permis de conduire en Bretagne). Et ce Brexit qui précédait d’autres échéances électorales devait l’inciter à prendre des mesures radicales. La mécanique des fluides ordonnait le monde et il y avait un truc avec la mécanique des fluides, un truc dont elle se souvenait. Un passage de Docteur Folamour y était consacré.

C’est à ce moment qu’avait ressurgi le rêve de redessiner ses propres frontières. De courir à la grève, mue par une indéfinissable excitation, avec des lépidoptères plein la tête et des butterflies in the stomach, comme disent les Anglais partisans on non du Brexit et du distribill dans les synapses, comme disent les Bretons quand c’est le bazar.  Elle s’emparerait d’une annexe, la remplirait d’un couple de chaque espèce présente sur l’estran, de messieurs et mesdames de la famille Bigorneau, Praire, Crabe vert, Bernard-l’hermite, Crevette et… « Langue rouge » aussi ? ça mérite réflexion (parce qu’il se propulse avec sa langue, l’acanthocardia echinata dit « langue rouge » aurait pu inspirer à Darwin la figure originelle de l’Homo Politicus). Avec son annexe garnie la dame de l’auto filerait, à l’anglaise précisément, et à la rame, pour quitter les eaux territorialisées comme au temps du royaume des deux Bretagnes quand Merlin allant et venant de Brocéliande à Tintagel croisait des migrants heureux. Et quand la voile de l’Eternel retour était encore d’une couleur indéterminée. Elle n’aborderait nulle part bien sûr. Et surtout, elle s’abstiendrait de découvrir l’Amérique. Mais elle pourrait nager avec les maquereaux en faisant agréablement des ronds dans l’eau dans l’attente du flood généralisé, après avoir laissé le sort de l’acanthocardia echinata en délibéré.

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5 Residences with Big Garages –

We look at five standout residences that have serious space for cars, boats, and any other outdoor toys

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6501 South County Line Road (Burr Ridge, Illinois)

A 22-car heated garage is the standout star of this 30,000-square-foot estate. The eight-bedroom property, located just 30 minutes from downtown Chicago, also includes another 15,000 square feet of covered terraces. After attending to your automotive collection, retire to an imperial master suite that includes a custom walk-in dressing room and two separate showers. You can then enjoy a meal prepared from the expansive, pro-grade kitchen and relax in any of the outdoor living spaces. It is listed through Christie’s International Real Estate/Conlon for $10.95 million.

   The home has a 22-car garage.  Photo Credit: Courtesy

568 Senanus Drive (Saanichton, B.C.)

If most of your toys are of the maritime variety, this waterfront estate 30 minutes north of Victoria is the home for you. The 5.95-acre parcel has 800 feet of shoreline with two deepwater docks and a registered boathouse. Inside, the 10-bedroom main house features classic Pacific Northwest decor with updated styling, bay-facing windows, and a totem pole rising in the midst of the home’s main staircase. Should you need a break from tending to your vessels, the property also includes horse stables, a riding ring, and a separate recreation center. It is on sale through Christie’s International Real Estate/Newport Realty for $4.54 million.

The property includes two deep-water docks and a boathouse.  Photo Credit: Courtesy

8593 South Albion Basin Road (Alta, Utah)

This four-bedroom residence is located just minutes above the Alta ski resort—and it even includes a Snowcat to get you to town. The nine-passenger machine glides through the heavy Utah winter with ease (the gravel road is easy to navigate in the summer). The property itself is an architectural beauty designed to take advantage of dramatic mountain views from every room. It’s available through Luxury Portfolio International/Windermere Real Estate Utah for $3.9 million.

The home comes with your very own Snowcat.  Photo Credit: Courtesy

6479 144th Avenue (Holland, Michigan)

This ultimate lake house sits on 40 gated acres near the eastern shore of Lake Michigan. While the four-bedroom residence is special on its own, the property’s defining feature is a short walk down a temperature-controlled tunnel. That walkway leads to a 12,000-square-foot, two-story garage capable of housing all of your weekend machines. The building was conceived both as a shop for works in progress and as a place to show off the end results. You’ll also be able to entertain plenty of friends and family on the custom outdoor terrace with prep space and in-ground pool. The sum of its features equals a special getaway excellent for a quick stay or long-term rest and relaxation. It is listed through Beacon Sotheby’s International for $4.95 million.

   This lake property comes with a two-story garage.  Photo Credit: Courtesy

Oceana Bal Harbour (Miami, Florida)

The former Bal Harbour Club in Miami is being transformed into a striking 28-floor, 240-unit oceanfront condominium building. Those lucky enough to own one of its eight penthouses (priced from $25 million) will have access to a private underground garage with enough room to park four cars. Having a penthouse with its own four-car garage is a perk rarely found in residential condominiums—and it’s especially unusual in Miami buildings because of the city’s low water levels. Residents can request any of their prized cars through a valet app service; washing and cleaning is offered on-site, as well.

 The penthouses come with four-car garages.  Photo Credit: Courtesy

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Houses For Sale in South Dennis, MA

25 Albion Way, South Dennis, MA

Price: $629000

Bass River Waterfront! One Plus Acre Setting With Over 100 Frontage. Once In A Lifetime Offering With Panoramic Views & Deep Water Access At One Of The Widest Parts Of The River. Spacious Three Bedroom Log Cabin With All The Charm Of Yesteryear And Owned By The Same Family Since 1939. Abuts Acres Of Conservation. Priced Over 200K Below Assessed Value! A Must See!

2 Agnes Rd, South Dennis, MA

Price: $259900

A fabulous opportunity! The perfect starter home or summer retreat! Centrally located in Dennis, this 3 BR, 1 BA features a spacious yard w irrigation system, brick patio, newer roof, gas hot air heating system, Central Air Conditioning,tankless hot water heater, gas fireplace and more! New carpet installed over hardwood floors (there are wood floors throughout) Charming enclosed porch for more space! Title V System upgraded in 2008. A must see at this price in Dennis! Deeded rights to Follins Pond. All information contained herein is to be verified by Buyer and or buyer’s representation.

39 Old Chatham Rd W, South Dennis, MA

Price: $299900

Easy living in Dennis! Enjoy life here in a settled residential area with convenient access to shopping, great restaurants, and quick mobility to the Mid-Cape highway. You will have a resident’s sticker to play on some of the most beautiful beaches on the Cape: Cold Storage, Chapin’s, Crowe’s Reservation, Mayflower and Harbor View. This 3 bedroom home has first floor living, large family/living room with fireplace, and wood floors. Other gathering spaces include eat-in kitchen and separate dining area with sliders to deck. Corner lot with room for summer barbecues. Walk out basement. Gr eat value! Please note: Address is Old Chatham Road WEST, located at the end of Old Chatham Rd, after crossing over Old Bass River Rd. Buyer/Agent to verify information herein.

16 Uncle Joes Way, South Dennis, MA

Price: $254000

Beautiful 3 bedroom ranch in convenient South Dennis location.Great summer getaway or starter home that phas been in the same family since it was built. Well maintained with many recent updates including brand new kitchen with custom cabinets. New top of the line double wall oil tank and com pletely updated electrical system. This home is ideally situated being close to shopping, restaurants and golf. Quick drive to north or south side beaches. LOW LOW taxes. Must see to appreciate. Title V in hand!

43 Dutchs Way, South Dennis, MA

Price: $650000

Its all about the VIEWS! Spectacular views of Bass River from almost every room of this three bedroom/two bathroom Cape. Nestled down a nice, quiet cul de sac in the heart of the South Dennis Historical District. Spacious open floor plan with first floor living at its best. Includes deeded water access to drop your kayak or dinghy and follow the river down to Nantucket Sound. Enjoy all that Dennis has to offer – award winning beaches, golf and low taxes! This home is in need of some updates but well worth the investment for this LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION! All prospective buyers and/o r their representative should verify all information listed.

47-53 Viking Dr, South Dennis, MA

Price: $140000

Affordable double lot in Dennis for you to build your dream house. Level lot with deeded beach rights to Kelly’s Bay/ Bass River

1704 Route 6a #11, South Dennis, MA

Price: $159900

Fabulous Waterview Condo in historic barn located off of Route 6a in exclusive East Dennis. Year-round! Exposed Beams, Hardwood Floors, Seagrass Wall Coverings, Butcher Block Countertops..its like a page out of Pinterest! Over 9 acres of common area with walking trails up to the reeds of Sesuit Harbor Marsh. Close to all Northside Beaches, Dennis Village, Sesuit Harbor Cafe, the Marshside and Grumpys. A true one bedroom with an additional loft that could be used for overnight guests, a sitting room, or an office. Sliders to lovely private deck for grilling and entertaining while over looking the marsh. Feels much larger than its 474 square feet with an open concept living/dining/kitchen area. Nothing on the market in this price range compares to this very special homemust be seen to be truely appreciated. Welcome to Unit 11 at Stage Coach Village. (Brokers protected 2.5%)

434 Old Bass River Rd, South Dennis, MA

Price: $269000000

Here is your opportunity to build your Cape Cod Dream Home on this level 1+ acre lot. This parcel is located close to the Northside Dennis beaches and historic Rte 6A.

434 Old Bass River Rd, South Dennis, MA

Price: $269000

Here is your opportunity to build your Cape Cod Dream Home on this level 1+ acre lot. This parcel is located close to the Northside Dennis beaches and historic Rte 6A.

35 Duck Pond Rd, South Dennis, MA

Price: $365000

Great opportunity to own a quaint 3 bedroom, 2 bath home on a lovely 1.32 acres of land in the South Dennis Historic District. This home is all one level living. Home has new heating system and was recently painted and has beautiful wood floors. Enjoy the homes beautiful fireplace with built in pizza oven. Gas heat, full dry basement and lots of nice features. Centrally located to both south and north side beaches. Boat ramp and beach is right down the road.

992 Route 134 #J, South Dennis, MA

Price: $229000

Desirable Oak Run Condo has 2 bedrooms and 1 ½ baths With a deck off the back of the house. Bright and sunny middle unit with kitchen, dining area and living room. There is a large full basement that can be finished off if needed and plenty of storage in the easily accessible attic. Parking for 2 cars in front of unit. Close to everything that Dennis is known for. Dont wait to see this unit in the 11 unit complex of Oak Run. Condo fee includes basic cable. only 1 indoor cat allowed

64 Country Cir, South Dennis, MA

Price: $425000

Every once in a while, you find an oasis, a place you just want to sit and watch the world go by! This house is all about the views!! Wonderful views overlooking the Mayfair Marina bring a sense of calm, a sense of belonging and relaxation. Isn’t that what you are looking for in your second home? Featuring three bedrooms and two baths, this home has space for the family and guests and the Dennis location gives you access the best beaches, golf, restuaruants on Cape Cod! Please come see the views for yourself !

16 Uncle Stanleys Way, South Dennis, MA

Price: $309900

Move right in to this updated 3 bedroom, 1 bath ranch. Enter your new home through the brand new mud room. Sandy Shoes? Beach chairs and coolers? No problem! Plenty of room for all your gear. Cook up your freshly caught fish in the renovated kitchen with stainless steel appliances, or head out to the back patio and relax in your private, fenced in yard with firepit and shed. If it gets chilly, head in to the living room and enjoy your wood fire in the fireplace. MLS ID: 21701482

36 Hemlock Ln, South Dennis, MA

Price: $315000

This adorable ranch is your new place to call home! Perfect for First time home buyers, investors or as your new low maintenance Cape Cod home! Fully fenced in spacious yard, perfect for kids, dogs, grilling, entertaining or even a volleyball net. Outdoor Shower, open floor plan and bonus space above 2 bedrooms for storage.

73 Chandler Dr, South Dennis, MA

Price: $549900

New Construction! Beautiful Cape with farmers porch and open concept living, perfect for entertaining. Spacious kitchen with center island, stainless steel appliances open to the large family room with gas fire place and hardwood floors throughout the first level. First floor master en-suite, and laundry. The second floor has large bedrooms, a media room office or 2nd living room over the garage. Other features include central air and economical gas heat. Situated on an acre lot at the end of a cul-de-sac. Fencing and landscaping is not complete. Buyer still has time for input. House is located between the North and South beaches and off Route 134 and very convenient to Patriot Square. Still time to add your finishing touches. MLS ID: 21701385

13 Alexander Dr, South Dennis, MA

Price: $249900

Great year round 2 bedroom ranch in a quiet area just a short distance to conservation lands and beaches on Flax Pond or Follins Pond (salt). There’s a fireplaced living room, large family room addition, eat-in kitchen, full bath, deck, FHA/gas heat, refinished wood floors and more. New or newer insulated windows, vinyl and clapboard siding, furnace, appliances, water heater, bathroom, insulation and shed. Deleading certificate. Bike path is just down the lane. Great starter or retirement home with a nice deep wooded lot with privacy!

310 Old Chatham Rd #A138, South Dennis, MA

Price: $17000

Cape Cod Seasonal Home for sale in Dennis, Ma 35 ft Dutchman Denali with attached 8 x17 screen room deck. 3 slides! Central heat and AC, microwave, oven, stove. Beautiful cabinetry and clean! Well maintained RV park. 2 pools in park Close to beautiful Dennis beaches. Well maintained unit no water damage with fireplace for chilly nights! Full size shower. Cable, Internet and more! Fully furnished. $17,000.00 Park open 4/15 until 10/31 cross posted

12 Ashkins Dr, South Dennis, MA

Price: $265000

Summer is around the corner! Charming 2 bedroom ranch with hardwood floors, enclosed three season porch, gas heat, out door shower and more! Relax in the spacious and private fenced in yard all Summer long! Many updates including roof, windows, siding and Title V Septic. All comes with deeded rights to Follins Pond. A wonderful value in desirable Dennis. All information to be verified by Buyer and or Buyer’s representation.

134 Bayridge Dr, South Dennis, MA

Price: $389900

2005 Built 3 bedroom, 2 ½ bath Cape Style home offering 1900 sq ft of living space.Open Floor plan with Maple floors, first floor Master suite with full bath Jacuzzi tub and step-in Shower, first floor laundry with half bath. Family room with Gas Fireplace, Kitchen offers maple cabinets, center island, and granite counter tops. The 2nd floor includes 2 additional bedrooms, a full bath with double sinks, lots of closets and a loft area for office or TV room. All this and more conveniently located.

42 Charing Cross Rd, South Dennis, MA

Price: $306500

Terrific value won’t last! Great potential in this 1750 sf Cape with wood floors on first floor, sunny family room, fireplaced living room. Two bedrooms with full bath on first floor. Second floor with large bedroom (red carpet) & hallway bathroom. There is also a home office (with 2 sections) that was previously attic space. Super lot & neighborhood.

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