Opposition Research

I watched Casablanca again last night for the ten millionth time (Tivoed off of Turner Classic Movies, God love ’em) and I had a realization: I don’t know what the lyrics are to “La Marseillaise”, the French National Anthem. You know the scene, Victor Lazlo leads Rick’s Cafe Americain in a rousing chorus to counter the Nazi rabble singing “Die Wacht Am Rhein”.

A bit of googling lead me to this website, where my I found the English translation and the answer to my query:

Arise children of the fatherland

The day of glory has arrived

Against us tyranny’s

Bloody standard is raised

Listen to the sound in the fields

The howling of these fearsome soldiers

They are coming into our midst

To cut the throats of your sons and consorts

To arms citizens Form your battalions

March, march

Let impure blood

Water our furrows

LET IMPURE BLOOD WATER OUR FURROWS? Le Yikes. And people talk about the Star-Spangled Banner being militaristic.

Corporate Spying

Got up this morning and on my way to work I decided that I had to have food scattered, smothered and covered, so I headed to my friendly Waffle House.

After bellying up to the bar and placing my order, I noticed some commotion after a couple walked out the door.

“Do you know who that was?” Maude asked.

“Yeah, I saw him on TV the other day,” Flo interjected.

“That guy owns the Pancake Pantry,” Dusty replied, cracking a egg on the side of his bowl.

For those who don’t know, Pancake Pantry is a Nashville breakfast institution, on any given morning there’s a line out the door and down the street as people wait to experience the cornucopia of breakfast delights.

I can only assume Mr. Pantry just wasn’t in the mood to wait this morning.