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It is just past 1500 in Ohio and I have cracked the first of my election day beers. Turnout seems relatively lackadaisical (hardcore Cheeto Tumor ‘burg – though it might be worth noting that, in 2020, there were 16 Cheeto Tumor / Pestilence signs on my running route and one Biden / Harris sign while this year there are three Cheeto Tumor / Couchfucker signs and one Harris / Walz sign) and, while I’m mentally prepared for any eventuality (though my prediction is that Harris wins and the House and Senate swap majority parties) the only things I will be truly shocked by are a.) a Harris/Walz win in Ohio and b.) a Cheeto Tumor concession speech.