Dear Congress, Come November…[Don’t FISA things up on us.]

(10:00AM EST – promoted by Nightprowlkitty)

Call, fax or email. It’s too late now to send a postcard to stop this heinous capitulating “cave-in to be” but it’s not too late to start letting them know that gutting our fourth amendment is not cool.

Why is it necessary, why is it politically expedient, to set in stone and make yet another law that falsely legitimizes the crimes of the Executive, of Congress, of the Department of Justice and the telecom industry?  In light of the FACTS that Bush Committed 30 Felonies and did not do so alone, did not act without support and protection from Congress — what makes it so important that this must be passed today?  There are ongoing cases that this would shut down — more reason, not less, to send this disgraceful veil of faux legitimacy to an early and ignoble grave.

Elections have Consequences, don’t they?

EVERY DAY we see more evidence of outright illegal activity by the Bush Administration, committed with the assistance of the Department of Justice and the protected by a toothless, inept Congress.

Almost WEEKLY now we hear that a court has struck down yet another cornerstone on this malAdministration’s “War on Terror” justification for illegal wiretapping, unConstitutional behavior and bastardization of human principles through their justification of kangaroo court tribunals and torture.

Ladies and gentlement of Congress, it matters not one whit if this particular FISA bill is better or worse than any previous one — not one — if this FISA bill also constitutes an attempt to legitimize the very kind of activity that the Congress, the President and the LAW are supposed to be protecting us FROM.

To those in Congress who still honor their oaths of office — filibuster. Fart loudly. Take snapshots of anyone attempting to vote to pass this mockery of our Constitutional foundation and post them on the walls and halls of every public restroom you can find.

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Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

                — Dylan Thomas

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Fill the Mall

Anyone out in DC — can a flash mob be organized to fill the Mall with hundreds of thousand of irate protesters, armed with signs railing against this abominable piece of legislation?

This must not pass. It must not pass with the tacit and unholy blessing of the majority party. It is wholly unacceptable to reduce it to terms of a compromise — it is no such thing.

This is a major test of our will to survive as a country, and to remain a nation of laws, not men…and certainly not men of such miniscule stature and questionable integrity that the laws should ever be changed to serve, protect and defend their paucity of spirit and embodiment of corruption, incompetence and contempt for the law.

Ours in a nation in Crisis; ours is a Constitution in crisis. The crisis started a long while ago, but today — this day, this impending vote — we are about to hear the screaming that preceeds the death knell of one of our founding Constitutional principles and most basic tenets.

It’s time for one last push, one final Surge — call, fax or show up on the Mall or as close to the halls of Congress as you can get.  Print out a copy of the images at the top and bottom and of this diary and hold them high if you can get close enough; if you can’t, then plaster the news vans with them.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.