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Backyard Matters grows from the manure of failure.  After obsessively working to get Ron Paul delegates from my state to the RNC in 2012 and utterly failing — we got ZERO  – I spent much of the summer sitting in my backyard staring into space the tiny space of my backyard.

I wasn’t just down on myself, I was fearful.  Fearful for our country.  Fearful that what I and so many others had been trying to do was, quite simply, impossible.  We weren’t going to get a Paul presidency, which would have at least offered the hope of change from the top on down.

I sat and sat and stared and decided one thing.  I didn’t want to give up.  I sat and stared and my legs grew tan, and I decided one other thing.  Okay, fine top-down was naive, maybe even impossible.  But bottom up…

I was certainly the bottom.  And maybe, just maybe, a very good place to start.

This blog chronicles my exploration of how to withdraw my money, my participation, my tacit consent from institutions, practices, and thought processes I believe are damaging me, my family, my neighborhood, city, state, country — and yes, even the world.

Along the way, I hope to learn, share, and be part of a Big Bottom approach to the impossible from my own backyard.