Let there be light!

Mr Lee Shared

So now we know when life begins.  I love when science proves God.  :D

While abortion advocates have long defended their ‘pro-choice’ stance by arguing that nobody knows the defining moment when life begins, a vivid scientific discovery is proving otherwise — in bright, living color.

In 2016, researchers at Northwestern University in Chicago were able to capture the miraculous moment that a sperm fertilizes an egg at the microscopic level.

Their discovery was nothing short of a breathtaking display of our Creator’s hand at work.

The video they released reveals what appears to be a fluorescent display of fireworks taking place at the moment of conception. The ‘flash of light’ is created when zinc is released and binds to tiny molecules that “emit a fluorescence,” only viewable by microscopes.

See it here.

https://youtu.be/b9tmOyrIlYM

A news story about it here.

Let there be LIGHT!

Heaven and Hell

HEAVEN AND HELL

While walking down the street one day a corrupt Senator (that may be redundant) was tragically
 hit by a car and died. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to heaven," says St.. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We
seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one
day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course.

In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians
who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him,
shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of
the people.  They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest
champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time
dancing and telling jokes.  They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it,
it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him,
"Now it's time to visit heaven...

So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud,
playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone
 by and St. Peter returns.

"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."

The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean
heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."

So, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell..

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and
garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as
more trash falls to the ground.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.

"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course
and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great
time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"

The devil smiles at him and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning,

Today, you voted.."

Vote wisely.

2 years ago from Mary

The lies of one person making false claims is familiar to us here too.

Rewind a few years, Rich Landers of the spokesman review shared a suposed letter to Kathy mc Morris Rogers regarding the fining of a local atv club after a muddling incident along a county road here.

The electronic original letter when taken apart digitally was all lies. Basically the digital fingerprint left by each the person who did it and where they got the logos from.

1 The logos from supposed groups signing on to force fines were ripped straight from those different groups Social media pages.

2 in a few cases the names of past chairpersons or presidents was added.

3 when the IP address in the data on the letters file was followed back to the creator it went to a USFS server.

4 when each organization that signed on to the letter demanding fines was contacted they had never heard of the incident or denied ever signing on to any letter. All asked for copies of the letter and some denied in writing ever being part of the process.  Those were forwarded to USFS and McMorris.

5 even the letter head was a forgery.

LESSON?
Be skeptical.  Especially with complaints of any kind.

Fast forward a year and the Forest Service tried to say the county road near the muddling incident was USFS.
We all knew it was not and that local club, their members proved it.

Recently the forest service has tried to use the same county road as leverage with the county to trade for other roads.  They seem to think they own it again.

More recently,  our Pend Oreille county commissioners sent a letter requesting roads be open to all.

I am sure glad they did it,
MC

Below
Photo of the letter from the county.

I bet you didn’t know.

I bet you didn’t really know this.
Think about it when people tell you it’s scientific law.
Ask to see the proof.
Bet most every time they won’t be able to provide it.

The scientific method requires that the scientist test a theory based on observed or predicted facts. The scientist must formulate a theory or a hypothesis based on what has been observed, then design a test by which the theory may be verified as valid or not.

If the theory produces observed events that correspond with the theory postulated in advance, then the scientist has a serious beginning point from which to claim further science (knowledge) about the specific test.

Over the last several hundred years, a number of theories have been repeated so often that they are now considered scientific laws. Scientists are confident that these laws correctly model the absolute truth of reality.

Should someone claim they have had a subjective experience that contradicts one of these laws, the burden of proof is on that person to prove that they can repeatedly demonstrate that the law is false. The standard of measure remains absolute truth about reality, verified through repeated observation.

The real Elf on the shelf.

From Si onTwitter

My mom set up my brothers elf on the shelf like they were playing in snow and the last three pictures is what we woke up to instead...

This one just made me howl with laughter when my daughter showed it to me.

We have small black cats who are always into trouble.

My friend Mary posted on social media one day...

She was always getting calls for the Spokane Shopko near the Y..
They closed earlier this year so there has not been the crazy customer calls and employees calling in sick to the wrong number.  No adds being published with her number on them either.Edit just checked the caller ID

Shen posted this years ago
Four more calls from other shopko wanting to do inter store transfers. One of them missdialed the number twice.

I just gave the store a five star review.  It's a good store.
I also posted all of this to the review.

And it continues.
Today while trying to call in to attend a phone meeting I picked up the phone and it must of been ringing.  We turned the sound off.

The lady screamed in my ear, "Finally!" I have been calling and no one picks up it just goes to messages.
She states, "Toy department.".

I say that's me what can I do for you.

She states she is looking for Elf on a shelf.

I cringed and shudder because I hate those things.

I say oh yes we have them in the add but a lady just came in and bought all we had.

She yells All Of Them!!?

I say yes. She said she ran the gun club and they were going to use them for a special Christmas target shooting contest.

She then says, as prizes?

I responded no as targets.

She sighs and says oh....  can you get one brought in from another store?

I say no sorry but you might try one of the Spokane stores.

She says Spokane?  Where did I call?

I say Metaline Falls.

She cusses and hangs up.
She called back three more times according to the caller ID.

Wouldn't you look up the number if you kept getting another businesses voice mail.

https://www.facebook.com/Shopko-1581994965429257/?ref=ts&fref=ts


She has also shared...

Need to know how to kill the Elf on the Shelf?
I have lots of ideas.
Many more not pictured.

She went on with a long story that was 50 years in the making.

I had been throwing our little possessed psychopath (Elf on a Shelf) away numerous times.
Why you ask?
As a child my Grandma Zella tormented me with him.
She would tell me that everything the elf could see Santa could see.
He puts it on the table during lunch and watch me and make sure I ate every bite of the disgusting peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Then he would sit on top of the TV and watch me take a nap and if I open my eyes he would tell Santa.
She would place him in the bathroom when I went potty to make sure I wash my hands.
As I moved around her small home the elf followed me

I would cover him up so he could not see me.
I wasn’t a bad kid but grandma enjoyed the so called fun of it.
I think it was torcher.
Later when I grew up she gave it to me.
I boxed it up and forgot about it.

Grandma died and the elf stayed in the bottom of the Christmas box.  I didn’t miss him.

Then many years later my daughter Siriana found it!
She would put him up and talk to him.
Play tea with him and make him part of the family.
He surprised me all over the house for years.

One time I even found him in the bathroom as I came out of the tub!
I threw him away burring him in the bottom of the garbage can.

Someone kept dug him out of the garbage.
He showed up somewhere else later that day.  I threw him away in another can.

The next day he was in my office looking at me from the top of the pc.
I gave him to the crazy house healer and she shook him to death and walked off.
Then the little bastard started showing up.
He had a grimace on his face from the dog biting him.  He really looked crazy.
Each time I found him I put him in the garbage one time talking all the way to the cans on the back porch.
A few days later he was back in the house.
I thought I was going insane.
He was really getting around the house.

Years later when I started home schooling the kids it got even worse!
In the toaster.
I am insane!
In the fridge,
I am crazy!
In the medicine cabinet.
Oh please no!
In the dishwasher.
On my computer again!

I put him away in the Christmas boxes and hoped to never see him again.

My kids were now grown and one sinner day the Christmas box fell over.  The elf was right on top of the pile and I grabbed him from it and walked him out to the yard.
I had been shredding yard debris for composting and threw the little prick into the chipper shredder.
I laughed with joy!

I laughed and loved watching all the little red fabric and white fluff float down.
 I really thought I was done with the little asshole.

A few  summers later Siriana found his head whole and intact staring from the dirt in the flower bed.
She screamed!
Then the rest of the story came out.

She of course was responsible for him moving all over the house.
Later I ceremoniously lit a fire and purposely and permanently disposed of the little jerk.

Last summer I twisted my ankle and broke my foot on a lump of coal in the yard.
I cried in pain on the ground.
 I scanned for and then found that lump of char....Barely visible was the edge of a smile and and eye.
I took it to the park and placed it in a garbage can.
Haven’t seen him since.

I WIN!

Updated 1-3-2020
Today in the melted runny snow there was a tiny price of red and white fabric that was part of his body.

I give up. He wins.  I am on the naughty list for the rest of my life.

I am now 55 this year...probably not much time left....maybe.  Maybe not.

Have a slap happy new year all.



Some other links about elf on a shelf.
I will add more as I find them.
https://crafty.diply.com/104146/mom-of-the-year-accidentally-melts-her-elf-on-the-shelf-in-the-o?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=diplyfacts&utm_content=da004160