Happy Birthday, France (at least this version of France.) July 14 is Bastille Day, and I thought I'd share with you a stunning version of the French National Anthem, called La Marseillaise.
At the bottom of the page, check out the lyrics for the first two versus and the chorus...some intense and bloody stuff.
On Thursday, Republicans released their latest Senate health care reform bill. Lots of senators are still on the fence, and two have already said they're opposed. (Rand Paul and Susan Collins). The GOP can't lose more than two.
At 6:36 AM we'll talk with Jean Morrow of the Heritage Foundation about the good, the bad and the ugly of the new bill.
The truth hurts, right "mainstream media"?
Answers to "I've been Wondering"
Each Thursday, we take listener questions by phone, tweet and e-mail asking what you've been wondering. Each Friday we answer some of the questions.
We'll try to answer some of these today:
How far away is the horizon?
If the universe is expanding, what's it expanding into?
What exactly is a solar eclipse and what do I need to know about the one coming next month?
Why do motorcyclists signal each other?
If you own a piece of land, how far down into the earth do you own it?
If corn oil is made from corn and coconut oil is made from coconuts, what is baby oil made from?
Why are pants called a “pair”? Same question for scissors!
If people wanted to take all their money out of their bank accounts, would there be enough currency in circulation to give them the cash?
Why is there Braille on a drive-up ATM?
Related, a question I asked a month ago: Do blind people have any visual component to their dreams?(Completely blind from birth, I mean)
Verse 1, chorus, and verse 2 of La Marseillaise (in English)
Arise, children of the Fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised, (repeat)Do you hear, in the countryside,
The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into your arms
To cut the throats of your sons, your women!
To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let's march, let's march!
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields!
What does this horde of slaves,
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings want?
For whom are these vile chains,
These long-prepared irons? (repeat)
Frenchmen, for us, ah!
What fury it must arouse!
It is us they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!
To arms, citizens...