Vice President-elect J.D. Vance is fired up after former President Donald Trump has been declared the winner over Vice President Kamala Harris.
In a post on X, formerly known as Twitter, Vance thanked his family and supporters after Republicans had a fantastic election night.
“THANK YOU! To my beautiful wife for making it possible to do this. To President Donald J. Trump, for giving me such an opportunity to serve our country at this level. And to the American people, for their trust. I will never stop fighting for ALL of you,” Vance tweeted.
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