It’s exceptionalism. We think so many things can’t happen here. We’ve always had peaceful transfers of power (in all 250 years of our existence…)
again, had what happened on Jan 6 taken place anywhere else we’d view it as a coup attempt. Often coups fail. Sometimes they don’t.
Since I can tell you didn't pay much attention in school, what you quoted was a work of fiction. That means it's just a story he made up. I guess that should disqualify Stephen King or Cormac McCarthy from ever running from office with your logic.
He wanted antifa or counter-protesters to go after his minions so he could declare martial law and hold up the count. Once that was done the goal was to get uncertified electors in the close states he lost to submit their EVs for him and "expose" all the fraud.
Have to love it when you guys man-crush over your poster boy Beto and then want to go after anything a conservative has ever done. I guess you enjoyed Beto's early works -
“Then one day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles. I knew, however, that this happiness and sense of freedom were much too overwhelming for them.
“This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams. As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head.
“My dream was abruptly ended when I heard a loud banging on the front window. It was an old man, who was using his cane to awaken me. He might have been a witness to my act of love. I was not sure, nor did I care. It was simply ecstasy. As I drove home, I envisioned myself committing more of these 'acts of love,' and after a while, I had no trouble carrying them out. The more people I killed, the longer my dreams were. ... I had killed nearly 38 people by the time of my twenty-third birthday, and each one was more fulfilling than the last.”