“Praying for a provisional military government or Pronunciamiento.”
You don’t need that. Just grab these rubber-neck federal chickens by the throat and they pee in their pants. People just don’t get it.
Walk thru any federal office in America and discover fat-ass, doughnut-munching, 50 IQ apes. These self-centered jellyfish have no desire to die on a hilltop for the glory of Obuma. They are more interested in eating giant bags of chips and swilling half-gallon bottles of Coke.
If one needs to find the soft underbelly of America, look at the federal bureaucracy.
You obviously have walked through a Federal office or two.
The question is who from the outside is going to step up and clean house.
This can only happen outside the electoral process and through the consent of the military.