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This is the story of Chad who wants to give his friend a gift.

Chad had been training his friend Matt in soccer. Matt had improved greatly at the game, but Chad noticed that Matt never brought a ball. It was no big deal because Chad brought the soccer ball that he had practiced with for years. It didn’t look so good, but it still worked fine. One day, Chad asked Matt if he even had a ball.

    “Matt, do you have a soccer ball to practice with at home?” asked Chad.

    “No, I never bought one because when I am at home, I am usually helping my father with work on the farm. I just practice with you once a week,” said Matt.

    “You are improving greatly, but I will buy you a ball so that you can practice on the days I am not available, and if you like, I can help your father with his farm to free up some time for you to play,” said Chad.

    “You would do all that for me? I don’t deserve you,” said Matt.

    “Of course, you’re my best friend and I want to train you to be as good at soccer as me someday!”

A few days later, Chad was driving to the nearest Walmart to buy a new soccer ball for Matt just like he promised, but as he crossed the intersection of Mulberry and Maplewood streets, a car drove at high speed through a red light and smashed directly into his car.

He was shocked but physically unharmed. He was sure his car had taken a beating, but he was more worried about whoever had crashed into him. He got out of his car to look and was horrified to see that the other car was completely smashed. His car was also beaten up on the passenger side, but he knew that he should call 911 immediately because whoever was inside was badly injured and possibly even dead. Chad immediately called 911 and begged them to send an Ambulance right away.

He stayed at the scene of the wreck long enough to be sure that help came. It was also a good chance to grab his cell phone and wallet because he certainly could not drive his car home in this condition. He wanted to make sure he had his most important things because he would not be coming back to this car.

Chad briefly considered checking the other car to see if the person was okay, but then realized that he couldn’t have done anything if they did need help other than calling for help like he already did. He did not have any First Aid training. As Chad had these thoughts, a police officer knocked on his window. He got out and talked to the police officer.

    “Can you tell me in your own words what happened?” asked the officer.

    “Yes, I was driving down Mulberry Street, and I had the green light at the intersection, so I continued. Then a car came from the right-side street driving about 70 miles per hour and ignored the red light.” Chad replied.

    “I am surprised you are not hurt. It looks like both cars will never be driven again. Do you have insurance?” asked the officer.

    “Yes, I have State Farm Insurance, but I am not worried because even if the insurance can’t fix the car, I can buy a new one. It’s also a small town, so I will be just fine walking until then,” Chad answered.

    “Thank you for your time, young man. We will take it from here. Thanks for calling so quickly,” said the police officer.

Chad proceeded to walk to Walmart because it wasn’t far. As it turned out, there were no soccer balls in stock at the moment. Chad even asked if there were more, but a Walmart associate told him they had been sold out and bought by tons of high school teams.

Chad felt defeated because he had made the trip to buy his friend a ball. He knew he wasn’t responsible for the car wreck but still felt guilty and wondered if he should have stayed home. He decided the best course of action was to give Matt his ball instead.

Chad walked home and then grabbed his soccer ball from his bedroom. He was tired and hungry from his long walk, so he ate a few tofu sandwiches and drank water to recover his strength. It was not completely dark yet, so Chad walked over to Matt’s house with the soccer ball. When he got there, a police officer was talking to Matt’s father, Fred. By the time Chad got close enough to hear anything, he only heard the end of the conversation.

    “Because the other driver who was impacted called 911 immediately, an ambulance already took your son to Barnes-Jewish Hospital,” said the officer.

    “Thank you, Officer Biggs; I will go right away,” said Fred.

    “Take me with you too!” said Chad.

    “Chad? What are you doing here?” said Fred.

    “I was the other driver who was hit in the side on Mulberry and Maplewood. I didn’t know that Matt was the driver who hit me, but I saw the damage to the car, so I knew he was hurt. I want to see him at the hospital in case I can be of any help,” said Chad

    “Yes, we must go at once, but why are you holding a soccer ball?” asked Fred.

    “It was a gift for Matt, the ball that we always practice with together, but that’s not important right now!” cried Chad.

They both got in Fred’s car and drove to the hospital as fast as they could. When they got there, Fred spoke to the front desk to find out which room his son Matt was in. When they got to the room that Matt was in, room 256, Matt was there, but he was unconscious and covered in blood. The doctor in charge asked who the two visitors were.

    “Can I help you, gentlemen?” asked the doctor.

    “I am here to see my son Matt, and with me is his friend Chad,” said Fred.

    “Matt is alive right now, but he lost a lot of blood in the accident. He will need a blood transfusion, or he may not live very long. Do you know his blood type?” asked the doctor.

    “His blood is O negative, just like his mother’s was,” said Fred.

    “Nurse Joy, check our supply of O-negative blood,” said the doctor.

After a few minutes, Nurse Joy came back and said that there was no O- negative blood remaining because of how rare it was. No one had been able to donate any recently.

    “If only my wife, Becky, were still alive. Her blood would have been a match, but mine is AB-positive! Why God? Why?” cried Fred.

    “Test my blood! I don’t know if it’s a match or not, but we have to try something. He is my best friend!” said Chad.

     The nurse took a small sample from poking Chad’s finger and filled a vial with it for the lab to test. They were told to wait a few minutes for the results. Chad was restless and frustrated.

    “Why was tonight such a terrible night? Why was Matt driving so far and recklessly just outside Podunk? How did an errand to buy a soccer ball turn into a medical emergency involving blood types? “Chad thought to himself.

Music was playing nearby. Chad stood up and walked towards the sound. He found the hospital gift shop that was full of many things. Chad was not sure if he should buy anything for Matt or not because his last gift idea destroyed his car and sent his best friend to the hospital. But then Chad saw something so beautiful he couldn’t look away. It was a bouquet of plastic white roses that looked just as good as the real thing. He immediately went to the counter and bought it but was not sure why he did. In any case, he walked back to Matt’s room, and the doctor told him that his blood was O-negative, just like Matt’s. They quickly arranged to take a much larger amount from Chad’s arm this time to give to Matt. Nurse Joy suggested Chad get something to drink after giving so much blood so he could rehydrate and restore his blood.

Chad sat down in the cafeteria and drank a bottle of water. He was joined by Fred, Matt’s father. Fred thanked Chad for being there at the right moment.

    “It was the least I could do. I don’t know why Matt was speeding or where he had been, but I suppose if he had crashed into something or someone else, there might not have been anyone to call for an ambulance,” said Chad.

    “Why were you driving on Mulberry?” asked Fred.

    “I was going to Walmart because I was going to buy a brand-new soccer ball to give him. I have been coaching him in soccer,” said Chad.

    “Matt did mention that he played soccer with you. I didn’t really think you would waste your time playing soccer with a poor farm boy.”

    “Matt is my friend, and the reason I am so good at soccer is because I practice a lot. Practicing every day and also teaching my teammates how to improve is all part of the game.” Said Chad.

    “But Matt isn’t even on your official team. Why should he bother playing a game when he doesn’t stand a chance at making a living from it.” Said Fred.

    “First of all, you don’t give Matt enough credit. He is, after all, just a man the same age as me who grew up in Podunk. If I can play soccer and pay my bills from my career in sports, then Matt probably could, too, if he wanted to. But I think it’s deeper than that,” said Chad.

    “What do you mean?” asked Fred.

    “Fred, why did you marry Becky?” Chad asked.

    “Because I loved her. Because I wanted to spend my life with her and have someone there every morning when I woke up that I could talk to and drink coffee with, someone to live for, someone to work hard for,” said Fred.

    “It’s really that simple, Fred. Sometimes, you love the players, and sometimes, you love the game. I love Matt and he loves soccer just like I do. Why wouldn’t I do what I can to make him happy? Why wouldn’t I do anything I could to help him recover from that car accident?”

    “Thank you, Chad. I don’t know anyone who cares for people like you do. You’re not like other guys your age,” said Fred.

Chad and Fred fell asleep in the hospital waiting room. In the morning, the doctor came and told them that Matt was awake and asked where the white roses came from. He asked to speak to whoever gave him the white roses.

    Chad went to see Matt in his hospital room. Matt seemed surprised that Chad had given him the white roses.

    “Chad, do you know what the white rose means?” asked Matt.

    “Not a clue, but they were beautiful. I had to give you something while I waited for the test results,” said Chad.

    “What test results?” asked Matt.

    “They had to test my blood to see if it could be used to save your life after the car accident,” said Chad.

    “I asked God to give me a sign that he still loved a sinner like me. And here you gave me the symbol of the pure heart. The white rose symbolizes selfless love,” said Matt.

    “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God,” said Chad.

    “And I did, Chad. I did see God.”

Finally, I have succeeded in making a customized Western Shogi set on my C0-40 board by using the westernized images from lishogi.org

This has the ideal appearance of what I think the appearance should be when playing Shogi. In this version, each piece still fits onto a square like in chess, but they retain their arrow pointing in the forward direction they go.

All I had to do was the work of resizing and aligning things perfectly. I am getting pretty good at using Inkscape. Because lishogi.org does not have personal blogs, I am posting this here because I am also a lover of the game of Shogi. And really, this is chess related because Shogi is just Japanese chess.

I personally think it would be awesome if the other lichess.org based sites like pychess.org and playstrategy.org also allowed this piece set for Shogi games. I also would like to know who actually designed these pieces that lishogi.org uses so that I can credit them. I am not claiming ownership of the design of the pieces, but they are all part of an open-source project and the SVG files were downloadable just like all the other sets.

Chastity stood before the mirror. She was fully ready for work. She had just put her hair in a ponytail using the butterfly hair clip she bought at Walmart, where she worked.

She took a good look and realized how much she loved the way she looked. The sight of her always inspired people to ask her whether she was a boy or a girl. The truth that Honesty the Unicorn had given her was that it was complicated.

And it is. Chastity did believe that there were two genders, but she knew that she was both of them. Just as the chessboard is half black and half white, so was she more than one thing. Her brother-in-law joked about how she was the best of both worlds. She was both and yet unmistakably felt that a female identity suited her better.

After all, Chastity is known as a girl’s name. Of course, it was assumed that if someone vowed celibacy, it had to be a female. So, she knew she was a female Vegan Virgin.

But if a man can also take the same vow. He would be Mister Chastity. It was true that Chandler and his experience would always be a part of Chastity.

But of course, Chandler had transformed into Chastity just like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. The symbolism of the transformation of the caterpillar is what her hair clip truly meant.

People say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Chastity now knew this to be the truth. She had thousands of words to say. But humans say a lot of things that make no sense. Some say that God does not make mistakes. To those people, Chastity often joked that they would think differently if they ever looked in the mirror.

But now, Chastity was standing in front of the mirror. She did not see a mistake at all. She was a hybrid of a man and a woman. Her mother was a writer and poet. Her father was a chess player and kept huge amounts of data on computers about his genealogy.

Chastity stored gigabytes of data of a very different type. Chastity stored words and pictures on her computer and cell phone. Sometimes, she even used artificial intelligence to turn her words into songs. She wasn’t a musician like her mother was, but she definitely could sing.

Chastity was the hybrid of her parents, but she was more than that. She had both the body and soul of a genderfuck, although she does not fuck anyone of any gender. Because she is Chastity White Rose, the Vegan Virgin, in this, God did not make a mistake.

Some said that Chastity was sinning by transitioning to a new name and female identity because God had intended for Chastity to remain a man. But no one would tell a butterfly that it was wrong to transform because that was exactly how God planned it. Who are these humans who claim to know what God had intended for Chastity? She was like a butterfly, and when she wore her hair clip, only those who knew this secret meaning could understand how beautiful it was. Chastity finally had her wings.

Chad was a busy man. Chad was a very rich and popular man in his small town. He lived in a quiet, small town in Missouri where everyone went to church on Sunday, and even gas stations were closed on Sunday to honor what the Christians called the Lord’s Sabbath. Chad had just graduated college, and his career was in sports. He loved Soccer the most, but he played a little bit of Tennis and Basketball in college and high school. Chad had plenty of friends, and almost all the girls had fantasies about him because he was also stereotypically attractive. His scholarships and income from always being the top sports player had left him very rich and so he did not need to work a regular job like most people.

However, he volunteered his time at any type of charity organization or church event. He mowed the lawn and fixed things at the Crisis Pregnancy Center and also was a janitor at the animal shelter. He had plenty of time to do these jobs whenever he wasn’t playing sports. He played sports for money but also with his friends for fun.

Chad played Soccer one Tuesday afternoon with three of his friends. He was on Matthew’s team, and they were playing against Luke and John. Chad and Matthew beat the other team 15 to 5, with Chad scoring 12 of the goals. After the game they all ordered Pizza from Sarpino’s and then talked about their lives. They all had a debate over what the sermon was about on the previous Sunday.

The conversation went like this:

Matthew: Hey Chad, we sure had a good game. I know I wouldn’t have won if I wasn’t on your team.

Chad: Hey Matt, don’t be so hard on yourself. If you would like, I could help train you to kick the ball where you’re trying to.

Matthew: Thanks Chad! By the way, what did you think about the sermon on Sunday?

Chad: Can you remind me what it was? I wasn’t paying any attention. I just go so my dad doesn’t say I am not a Christian.

Luke: I remember it. Pastor Mark was reading from Romans chapter 1.

John: That’s right, it was about idolatry. People created things that they worshipped instead of God, who created those things.

Matthew: I don’t remember that part at all. I was talking about verses 24 to 27, where it says God gave people over to their sexual desires. What do you guys think that was about?

John: I guess it’s about people who make their sexual desires an idol that is more important than God. It’s all part of the same thing, really.

Luke: No, it’s not that at all. Clearly, it was talking about homosexuals and how their desires are so sinful that even God has to give up on them and leave them to live out their sins.

Matthew: So does that mean that if someone’s desires are sinful, God has abandoned them?

Luke: Who cares? It’s not like any of us have anything to worry about. We are Christians, and we are straight, exactly like God intended us to be!

John: Especially you, Luke. I know you were looking at Stacy the whole time. Maybe she’s your idol.

Luke: Hey I’m just appreciating God’s divine art!

Chad: Watch out, Luke! Stacy is the pastor’s daughter! Get too close, and you’ll still face the wrath of God!

Luke: Better worry about your sins, Chad! You have the sin of greed because you take all the girls.

Chad: I can’t help it. They all come to me. Maybe I can send some your way, and you can leave Stacy alone.

Luke: I see how it is! The real reason you come to church is also to have a chance with Stacy.

Chad: Yeah, you caught me! You’ll have to beat me in sports first before you fight over girls with me.

Luke: Fair enough, Chad!

The four friends continued to talk about many different things as they ate pizza and laughed. Chad felt a little bit sick inside that he lied to his friend Luke. The truth is that he pretended to be interested in dating Stacy because he didn’t like the way Luke was talking about Stacy. She was just an idol to Luke, and Chad agreed with John. He also noticed that Matthew had gone silent as the other three talked for the rest of the night. Chad decided to talk to Matthew about it more when the two of them were alone. Something was not right, but he didn’t know why.

Anyone who has watched my videos or read my books and blog posts knows that I am a public person who has no filter. My autism makes it impossible to know how to lie or to guess which information is safe to tell someone and which might offend them or incite violence against me because they don’t like what I say.

My Honesty is my greatest strength but also my greatest weakness. Some people don’t like the truth, and many people blatantly tell me that I should kill myself or that my mother should have aborted me.
Because of the online and offline hatred, threats, and sexual harassment I have received, I have learned to use humor as a weapon. I laugh at myself before others can.

Honestly, it’s fair to make fun of me or criticize my views on any topic. I correct people when they say something about me that is not true.
For example, when they call me a pedophile because I watch My Little Pony or because I am Pro-Life, they say that I have a “Fetus Fetish” and want to rape babies, and that’s the only reason I don’t want them aborted.
It seems there isn’t any logic to the nonsense people say to me. Sometimes, it isn’t easy to deal with the hate, and it gets to me.

I may accidentally offend people by what I say so publicly about myself. A lot of transgender people don’t even like the fact that I refer to myself sometimes as biologically male. I know this, and I don’t even care because someone is always going to be mad no matter what I say or don’t say.

But there is a distinct difference between what I say and what other people say with the intention of offending or damaging someone’s reputation. For example, a co-worker who can’t seem to go a day without making jokes about the size of Donald Trump’s penis. And another one who continually makes jokes about the size of another co-worker’s penis. Such jokes are really gossip and damage a person’s reputation for the sake of distracting others from the fact that the speaker is morally bankrupt.

It’s not about who is talking or who they are talking about. It is the attitude and intention behind it. Even if the people doing this were removed, I can tell you from experience that 95% of men think about nothing but sex, and they brag about the size of their junk. I will tell you one thing, though: having to listen to the horrible things people say about Trump has turned me into a Trump supporter. People say evil things about him to sway others from voting for him.

But people say a lot of false, evil things about me, too. So I don’t take people seriously, especially about politics and sexual jokes about the candidates. All people have said or done something wrong at some point. Instead of making jokes about the size of their body parts, you can criticize what they say or do instead.

I am not for censorship because I need to know what attitudes people have by what they say. If I don’t know what people are thinking by what they are saying, how can I protect myself?
But although I do not believe that people should be banned from social media or sent to jail for what they say, I do know that words can literally kill someone. People can have their jobs taken away or even killed if someone falsely accuses them of a crime.

And we will never know the truth about some things but it’s still important to be careful of what you listen to and the words you speak.
For example, consider the case of Imane Khelif who has been accused of being a man and been the victim of all kinds of controversy.
I actually think some of the controversy is good for society because people are becoming more aware that some women are born with XY chromosomes and that intersex people exist.
However, to this day, we still don’t have definitive proof that Imane is intersex. In fact my personal belief is that she is strong from years of training and that it has nothing to do with chromosomes or hormone levels.

But that is only one example of rumors people start about other people. People spread similar rumors about Lady Gaga, too.
People will continue to say false things about anyone who becomes famous. As Taylor Swift said:

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‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)

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But there is something much more important than even whether rumors and accusations are true or false. Far more important is the relevance.
For example, apparently, J. K. Rowling said some things people don’t like, and so because of this, they are boycotting the Harry Potter books and movies. But that is irrelevant to me. I wasn’t really a fan of the series anyway. My opinion of her art doesn’t change, no matter what she said on Twitter.

And it doesn’t matter if Lady Gaga was a hermaphrodite; I still think her song “Born This Way” is one of the best songs I have heard in my life.
And you know what?

It doesn’t even matter if Donald Trump said a few wrong things about transgender people. I am still considering voting for him if I decide to vote at all just because he doesn’t deserve to have jokes and rumors made about his private parts any more than Imane Khelif or I do.

But you know who does have a small penis? I do, and I am fine with that. But I am qualified to say it because at least it is mine. But the point of this post isn’t actually about any of the people I have mentioned. If there is anything you should remember from this, it is the following:

“Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask, there is an idea, Mr Creedy. And ideas are bulletproof!” -V from the movie “V for Vendetta”

You see, the issue at stake for all these people I mentioned is not their body parts (which are none of anyone’s business). And it’s not their political views or their books, music, or whether they have a biological advantage in any sport.

No, what I am suggesting is that people learn to separate the art from the artist. If someone has the right facts or opinions, why should we care what physical mouth spoke it? Why should we care which physical hands wrote it?

Suppose there exists music that I enjoy listening to, and it makes me want to dance. What difference does it make whether it was created by Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, or Carl Bean or generated by Artificial Intelligence?

Or, to put it another way, don’t judge a book by its cover. Don’t dismiss what someone says because of how their physical body looks but instead the content of what they are communicating.

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1 Samuel 16:7 But the Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.