The DIY Revolution: 10 Easy Steps to Get the Government You Want

Please, join the movement that is sweeping our nation.
Rarely does a book have the opportunity to meet the urgent needs of the people, as this novel does.
The DIY Revolution : 10 Easy Steps to get the Government You Want, is our rallying cry—a blend of personal stories, historical insights, and biting humor. An inspirational guide to take back our rights.
Republican, Democrat, Independent, this affects us all.
They keep us divided and in debt, with an economic system that reads more like the back of a shampoo bottle, than some sort of financial plan.
Hope, Struggle, Fail, Repeat.
This book isn’t just another critique, and unlike most other novels, my words don’t stop at outrage. On these pages are the tools for real grassroots empowerment, told by someone who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Yes, I’m a southern man, if the accent didn’t give it away, the horse out front definitely does.
I suffer a small town heart, with a big city necessity, that’s what 30 years of building stuff around this country will get you. It’s the people I’ve met on my journey that have led me to write this book, because we all have more in common than we realize.
This book is about connection, about manipulation, about our natural rights having been stolen, and about being denied the opportunity to be the best we can, to the best of our abilities.
The DIY Revolution is more than a book—it’s a blueprint for building opportunity, justice, rights, and actual representation for us. You can reclaim your voice in just ten actionable steps.
Don’t just read about change, be the change. Grab a copy today. Write in it, highlight it, tear out pages and stick them on your fridge. Buy a copy for a friend, family, someone you don’t know. Spread the word.
We need you. This is not an invitation; it is an expectation.
Wealthy Elites tell us who we should be; our actions determine who we are.

I looked in the mirror at the faint outline of the city behind me, then at the houses flashing in front of me. Then, again back towards town, finally, once more in front, and you could hear the crackle-pop as the lightbulb in my head lit up.
Not only did I live on the wrong side of the tracks, but I had also grown up on the wrong side of those same tracks.
"I'll be damned, all these years thinking I was a pretty good person, and it turns out, I was the guy your mama warned you about."