The announcement detonated across Minnesota like a political earthquake. Overnight, a man they’d seen at Friday night games and grocery store aisles was recast as a possible future president. Some shouted, some cried, some just stared at their screens, trying to process how a familiar face had been pulled into the fiercest fight in American politics. Allies whispered about history. Enemies sharpened their knives. And somewhere between euphoria and dread, a single question hung over every conversation, every headline, every hurried text: was this the moment that would save the country—or shat… Continues…
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