I know exactly how it feels to be the victim of a stolen election.
Just three short decades ago, I was a shoe-in for president of the students’ union at the University of Calgary.
I did everything by the book:
my nomination was submitted on the deadline day with several minutes to spare
I campaigned in good faith, sticking to my deeply principled platform of airing Christmas carols in the cafeteria building 365 days a year
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