If I had a second chance to vote today, Justin, believe me, I would cast it for you. That night, in bed, I looked at pictures of your victory. I was obsessed. For once in my life, politics looked like me, physically. It no longer was a thing filled with old men making decisions belonging to the previous century. But I'm realistic, and thought I had been had by your image campaign. I was another of its victims. After the elections, but a victim, nonetheless. But because of your wife's starry eyes, your kids T-shirts and of you great hair, I became a Liberal. Horrible, isn't it?