You're going to be sorry you asked . . .
The candidate we liked for president--who had a sort of funny radio show called "The Street Drunks" (terrible music but worth it for the jokes, especially the weekly wine and cheese report)--won the election but then had his title removed (his VP was kicked out as well). The reason? The people within student government in charge of reviewing the election--who favored the runners-up--decided that an ad broadcast on the college TV station that he had made using college equipment should be listed in the budget at the price it would have cost had it been made professionally, which pushed his budget over the limit allowed for campaigning. Pissed off, my sister and I got hold of the new pres's budget, reviewed it line by line, and found that he had overspent by $40 (!!). There were emergency senate meetings galore. Attempts were made to conceal and then fudge the records. I was accused of being an outside agitator who was pulling my sister's strings (she was a student; I wasn't). Senate meetings were scheduled, canceled, then rescheduled a few hours later in the hopes that we wouldn't attend them. It was all very sleazy. In the end, the runner-up who became president was ousted because of the budget screwup. Oddly, though, his VP was allowed to ascend to the presidency, even though both the legitimately elected president and vice president had both been booted for the overage in the president's budget. We were pretty sure this was rigged in order to keep the guys who had come in third--a Somali and an Iraqi--from taking hold of the reins of power. But by then we were worn out and the semester was over, so we gave up the fight.
It was a very strange hobby. All I have left of it is a vague memory of Robert's Rules of Order, which I enjoyed poring over for the wherewithal to make obscure objections during sessions of the student senate.
I am prone to brief, violent passions, rare oases in an otherwise neutral desert of exhaustion and indifference.
Note: gravy boat, I don't agree that vomiting in someone's closet is grounds for a beating. Annoyance and disgust, sure. Bruises, no.