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    Walz Offers First Comments After Harris’ Historic Loss to Trump

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    Since Election Day, when Republican Donald Trump and his running mate, Sen. J.D. Vance, decisively defeated him and Vice President Kamala Harris, Minnesota Governor Tim Walz has not conducted any one-on-one interviews.

    But he offered a glimpse into his thoughts following the loss during a news conference at the Minnesota State Capitol, where he celebrated the state’s turkey industry in preparation for the Thanksgiving holiday, KSTP.

    com reported on Tuesday.“No regrets,” he said in response to a reporter’s question. “I regret few things in life other than I didn’t get a dog sooner. That’s my biggest regret.

    But no, I’m proud to have been part of that [campaign].

    I think we put a message out that 75 million liked, but not quite enough.”The Harris-Walz ticket lost all seven key battleground states, along with the national popular vote.

    While Governor Tim Walz was optimistic heading into Election Day, he remains realistic about the outcome. He finds some solace in the fact that the campaign gave him the chance to highlight Minnesota on a national stage.

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