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.

Dear Congress -- Come November...

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.


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


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.

Constitutional Crisis flag and eagles


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    • GreyHawk on July 9, 2008 at 1:34 pm

    DailyKos, ePluribus Media, Below Boston, Docudharma

  1. the only consequence of elections will be to preserve the status quo.

    If you would connect to those movements that are trying to put people into the streets, please see these websites:

    Iraq Moratorium

    The National Assembly

    National Strike

    If you want to contact your senator about the FISA bill, go here and ask for the following:

    Vote “YES” on the Dodd-Feingold amendment, which would strip telecom immunity from the bill entirely.

    Vote “YES” on the Bingaman amendment, which would delay implementation of telecom immunity until after Congress has received the Inspectors General report on the president’s warrantless surveillance program.

    Vote “NO” on the cloture motion to end debate on the FAA.

    And finally, vote “NO” on the FISA Amendments Act, an unconstitutional and dangerous bill that would radically expand the president’s spying powers and immunize the companies that helped him break the law.

    The Democrats have amply demonstrated that they have no intention of challenging the power elite, inasmuch as they are part of it.

    I started out looking for the wording of one particular quote from Frederick Douglass, but found several that are appropriate to this time — and any other time:

    Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have the exact measure of the injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them.

    If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and deprecate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground, they want rain without thunder and lightning.

    It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

    Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.

  2. write/call/fax the “critters” and remind them to be sure that all their confidential campaign strategies and conversations should only be made over secure communications…oh yeah– well, maybe only in face to face meetings on a park bench, with only pigeons nearby…

  3. I am bunched up in such a tight knot I am physically ill over this horse shit.

    So, now the Obama administration is free to listen in on the Congressional opposition leadership? Is that what they want?

    This country was, at one time, a country of laws. A country that based governmental decisions on ethics, first asking not what is best for ME, but what is best for the citizenry  at large.

    What happened? This isn’t something that can be laid at the feet of George W. It began long before… this is simply a culmination of corruption that has come to a head in this new millennium.

    Can we hold our elected officials accountable, or are we simply impotent buffoons poking fingers in the air and shouting “there oughta be a law!”

    Is vigilantism all we have left? Do I have to grab a torch and a pitchfork and storm the doors at the Capitol?

    What is it going to take? Replacing corrupt republicans with corrupt democrats gives us nothing but more corruption.

    My political awareness began the morning after election day and lo and behold Al Gore was NOT my president as I had been told before nodding off here on the east coast. Since then I’ve experienced nothing but impotent rage at this administration, and then finally, after 8 years, a glimmer of an eloquent man that gave me the audacity to hope.


    Meet the new boss.

    Same as the old boss.

    I’ve lost hope, and hope was all I had.

    • geomoo on July 9, 2008 at 6:24 pm

    There’s nothing ambiguous or confusing here.

    Our constitution, and thus our very liberty, is being hidden in plain site, like Poe’s purloined letter.  Next the trap door will open and we’ll find ourselves without even the guise of liberty.

    This is a clarion call.

  4. all you want, and call your Senator and Representative until you’re blue in the face.

    It won’t do any good, because the Hollow Men can’t hear you….

    The Hollow Men

    Eliot, Thomas Stearns (1888-1965)

               MISTAH KURTZ — HE DEAD.

                   A penny for the Old Guy


    We are the hollow men

    We are the stuffed men

    Leaning together

    Headpiece filled with straw.  Alas!

    Our dried voices, when

    We whisper together

    Are quiet and meaningless

    As wind in dry grass

    Or rats’ feet over broken glass

    In our dry cellar

    Shape without form, shade without colour,

    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

    Those who have crossed

    With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom

    Remember us–if at all–not as lost

    Violent souls, but only

    As the hollow men

    The stuffed men.


    Eyes I dare not meet in dreams

    In death’s dream kingdom

    These do not appear:

    There, the eyes are

    Sunlight on a broken column

    There, is a tree swinging

    And voices are

    In the wind’s singing

    More distant and more solemn

    Than a fading star.

    Let me be no nearer

    In death’s dream kingdom

    Let me also wear

    Such deliberate disguises

    Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves

    In a field

    Behaving as the wind behaves

    No nearer–

    Not that final meeting

    In the twilight kingdom


    This is the dead land

    This is cactus land

    Here the stone images

    Are raised, here they receive

    The supplication of a dead man’s hand

    Under the twinkle of a fading star.

    Is it like this

    In death’s other kingdom

    Waking alone

    At the hour when we are

    Trembling with tenderness

    Lips that would kiss

    Form prayers to broken stone.


    The eyes are not here

    There are no eyes here

    In this valley of dying stars

    In this hollow valley

    This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

    In this last of meeting places

    We grope together

    and avoid speech

    Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

    Sightless, unless

    The eyes reappear

    As the perpetual star

    Multifoliate rose

    Of death’s twilight kingdom

    The hope only

    Of empty men.


    Here we go round the prickly pear

    Prickly pear prickly pear

    Here we go round the prickly pear

    At five o’clock in the morning.

    Between the idea

    And the reality

    Between the motion

    And the act

    Falls the shadow

                                   For Thine is the Kingdom

    Between the conception

    And the creation

    Between the emotion

    And the response

    Falls the Shadow

                                                   Life is very long

    Between the desire

    And the spasm

    Between the potency

    and the existence

    Between the essence

    And the descent

    Falls the Shadow

                                   For Thine is the Kingdom

    For thine is

    Life is

    For Thine is the

    This is the way the world ends

    This is the way the world ends

    This is the way the world ends

    Not with a bang but a whimper.

    Sorry to be so cynical, but I just can’t believe this is happening today.  

  5. While the debates go on over FISA, and the votes are being tallied for different versions of spying on citizens- Domestic Spying Quietly Goes on: (emphasis mine)

    “…With Congress on the verge of outlining new parameters for National Security Agency eavesdropping between suspicious foreigners and Americans, lawmakers are leaving largely untouched a host of government programs that critics say involves far more domestic surveillance than the wiretaps they sought to remedy…”

    “…These programs – most of them highly classified – are run by an alphabet soup of federal intelligence and law enforcement agencies. They sift, store and analyze the communications, spending habits and travel patterns of U.S. citizens, searching for suspicious activity..”

    “There’s virtually no branch of the U.S. government that isn’t in some way involved in monitoring or surveillance,” said Matthew Aid, an intelligence historian…”

    Sadly, FISA and the issues of warrants for wiretaps address only the tip of the iceberg.  Even if there was a tight control on wiretapping, and prosecution of telecoms-there would still be ongoing wholesale data mining on every aspect of American life going on.  Pieces of each life that could be pieced together to be misused against almost every citizen-if the individual “data miner” or their agency/ agencies so chose, or were directed to do:  

    “You don’t have to look far into history to know that when the government, any government, is given secret authorities, that those authorities are ultimately abused,” said Mike German, a former FBI agent who is now policy counsel for the American Civil Liberties Union…”

    Canada has recognized the potential for abuse and misuse of this “data” and has at least taken the action of appointing a cabinet level advocate for the people and their privacy:

    “We should have what Canada has, which is a minister of privacy, someone looking out for the privacy issues of Americans,” said James Bamford, an intelligence expert and author on two books about the history of the NSA. “We have armies of people out there trying to pick into everyone’s private life, but we have nobody out there who’s an advocate.”

  6. …Post SubversiveNess on the InterMess Day…

  7. should be abundantly clear to anyone paying attention. This is hardly the first time we’ve been misled by these vile thespians. We should expect more to come in the future. Does anyone see reasons to be optimistic? I’ve been a cynic for more than 30 years and more often than not my worst fears have come to pass.

    Looking back a few months at a thread here done after we had been had, where resistance to Bush strangely evaporated in an earlier example of betrayal, shows that the writing was on the wall.

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