"Hillary Windsock Clinton" (skip to "I digress" if you want the meat of this) was mine; I was user Occulus on ToP. I was banned after a drunk post in which I stated baldly that Clinton's supporters were my political enemies; IIRC this was actually prior to the Ides Decree. Truth being at the bottom of every wine bottle, I was handed my keys, shown the door, and had to surrender my Echo Chamber Membership Card (and store savings key, natch).

So now you know. Don't you feel more complete at having the fundamental quantum-level interconnectedness of the universe (h/t to Douglas Adams) that much further explained to you this fine day? Yeah, I thought not.

(Correlation info: I made many posts on ToP about USPS, where I was employed for many years in Kalamazoo MI- before my Midlife Crisis Meltdown and California Adventure, that is- and where I still live, in *much* better immediate surroundings. I think I still have paperwork that can (mostly) prove all this if anyone is so anal and suspicious as to doubt, and ask for it. Actually getting said proof will require.... incentive.)

I thought I lost part of myself when that ban happened (a bit purple prose, there), considering how much time I'd been there, but it was actually equivalent to what comes out in each morning's bowel movement and the ban actually removed some poison- if I may complete the analogy- from my soul. Now that I've been away from the site for a good while (and I haven't been back to that painfully glaring white waste of whitespace, even to read), I'm a much happier internet user, and generally friendlier to others, too. What a wonder. ToP had, for me, a negative personality impact in general.

I expect that that last observation is significantly non-unique.

I'm now in school pursuing an associate's degree (I'll be continuing to my bachelor's) in web design and webpage development, with a side order of Windows and Android application development. I'm happy to say I'm both doing *very* well indeed (3.89 GPA thus far) and am happier and more fulfilled after a little over a year doing it than I was during the entire seventeen years of my USPS employment.

USPS was a soul-killing job for me. I'm glad I left, in spite of the financial "security" it provided. It's very, very hard to reinvent oneself after age 40, and especially after a hard reboot the way I did it. It's paid off, though: here's my first client project (yay for a functioning and pretty Woocommerce store via PayPal as well as for mobile responsiveness on smartphones!), which was assigned as an overall course exercise for Advanced Web Page Coding.

I digress. The image below, which was run through Photoshop only to change the color mode because Drupal shifted my original CMYK-mode print-ready image to primarily teal and fuscia because why the hell not, is titled "Hillary Windsock Clinton" and was the final submission for my "editorial drawing" assignment in ANM101: Drawing Basics for New Media (in which I received a course final score of 100%. toot, horn, toot). Notice how the color change on the sock itself, the colors used, their placement, and the direction of the fade vs. the width of the sock (and in particular the truthiness breeze wind direction itself) are all symbolic design choices which, when taken together as a cohesive whole, amusingly illustrate her desire, nay, her campaign-bedrock absolute requirement to be all things to all people at all times, disregarding mutual party exclusion of voter point-of-view and internal logical contradiction, all depending wholly upon the prism of one's chosen party affiliation and its consequent natural scattering of relevant and often uncontested facts. Notice also that I used and altered her campaign logo without any attempt to obtain permission, because comedy, which is to say "fair use" with a dismissive sniff. So there.

I make no judgments here, of course. That would be wrong of me. I only observe. As purple-y as possible.

The music staff is the last three measures from the vocal line of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody", and kind of drives the point home with an analogically appropriate textual sledgehammer of my wide and deep contempt. The typography (text) was all hand-drawn, and was, pardon me, a copper-plated bitch to get correct:

Neat, huh?

Kind of mean, but... well...

Feel free to post this at ToP, anyone (several times if you like, for impact and Great Justice), but please remember the attribution to Kyle G. Nally; this is part of my student portfolio. I was banned there since long before I produced this piece (but after I coined the nickname "Hillary Windsock Clinton"), and I want them to know, sent with all my love and kisses and warm fuzzy feels of course, that I still care about them and their candidate, I'm still thinking about them, and (perhaps most of all) that banning a user does not necessarily mean they cannot ever again provide content for their little echo chamber (THAT will stick in their craw like a treble hook), and from no actual existing user account.

Bitter, Party of one. Bitter, party of one, please... LOL

PS: Remember, an anagram of "Hillary Rodham Clinton" is "I'd only thrill a monarch!"