Lauren Boebert Found Religion On Surveillance. Guess When.
She wants a warrant before the government can track you. She’s right. She also got that religion the exact month she found out the government had been tracking her. Funny how that works.
So here’s the bill. April 23, 2026, Lauren Boebert puts her name on the Surveillance Accountability Act as the lone cosponsor behind Thomas Massie. And it asks the government to do the almost insultingly obvious: get a warrant. From a judge. On probable cause. Before it goes digging through your life. Shut the loophole that lets the feds just buy from a data broker what the Constitution says they can’t take. Kill the warrantless face scans. Choke the license plate readers quietly clocking everywhere you drive.
It’s actually a pretty good bill. I’ll say it twice so nobody misquotes me: good bill. The data-broker dodge is a real, deliberate, years-running scam on the Fourth Amendment, and Congress has spent every one of those years looking anywhere else.
But chew on one word. Notice.
Last time these people brawled over warrantless spying, back in 2024, some of the drafts floating around did something you should never be allowed to forget. They wrote in special protection for members of Congress. One rulebook for the 435 people writing the law. A cheaper, flimsier one for the 330 million of us stuck living under it. Tim Burchett caught it and said the quiet part out loud on his way to voting no: “If the bill is good enough for the American people, it should be good enough for us.”
There it is. That’s the whole game in one sentence. The same crowd building the surveillance state kept trying to bolt a panic room onto the inside of it, for themselves. Rules for thee. Warrantless searches for thee. A carve-out for me.
And now one of the protected class has wandered out of the panic room, into the open where the rest of us have been standing this whole time, and, shocked, shocked, discovered the machine doesn’t check for a congressional pin before it eats you. Suddenly the building’s on fire.
Here’s the match. Late April, Chuck Grassley dumps whistleblower files on Operation Rampart Twelve, a preliminary FBI probe cracked open by the Washington Field Office on January 22, 2021, aimed at Boebert and three other Republicans, Gosar, Biggs, Brooks. The pitch: they’d supposedly run recon tours of the Capitol before January 6. The pitch was garbage, and the prosecutors clocked it almost immediately, one looked at the video of the crowd behind Boebert and saw a family with kids, weird, sure, but not suspicious. Case ordered shut in January 2022. No charges. As far as the record shows, not even an interview.
But somewhere in that dead-end fishing trip, the agents pulled her phone records anyway. No warrant. No notice. And she didn’t find out for five years, and when she finally did, it wasn’t the FBI coming clean or the DOJ owning up. It was a leak. Of course it was a leak. It’s always a leak.
Her rage is real and it’s earned. It’s also five years late and pitched at a volume that tracks, to the decimal, exactly how close the surveillance finally got to her personally. “To have all this just exposed to me five years later by a whistleblower, not even by the DOJ or the FBI, is very concerning,” she tells CBS Colorado. “If it is going to happen to a sitting member of Congress, it can happen to any one of your viewers.” Yeah. No kidding. That’s the entire lesson, and it’s the same one privacy people have been screaming into a hurricane for twenty years, except they screamed it without a congressional office, without a friendly chairman to unseal their file for the cameras, without a camera in the first place.
So here’s the only question worth a damn: where was this version of Lauren Boebert before the phone records had her name on them?
And credit where it’s due, because I’m not going to lie to you to score a point, her answer beats most of the building. On FISA 702, the law that lets the government hoover up Americans’ messages warrant-free the second you talk to a foreigner, she’s been “warrants or bust” for real. She was one of nineteen Republicans who torched their own party’s reauthorization in 2024 over the missing warrant rule. In 2026, when Trump flipped from “KILL FISA” to “give me a clean renewal,” she held out against her own president. On that vote, she’s stood exactly where her shiny new bill says she stands.
So no, this isn’t hypocrisy. And frankly, calling it hypocrisy would let her off easy, because hypocrisy is cheap and everybody’s numb to it. This is worse. This is proximity. This is a principle that sat in a drawer, real but resting, until the day it got personal.
Because the warrant fight is old and it kept losing, over and over, most obscenely in 2024 when the amendment cratered on a 212-to-212 tie. One vote. A coin landing wrong. And the entire grinding apparatus this bill would finally take a wrench to got built and rubber-stamped in broad daylight, session after session, while the bodies it ran over were mostly broke, mostly nameless, mostly people who couldn’t have conjured a Senate hearing if their lives depended on it. Which, sometimes, they did.
What Boebert’s got that they never will: a whistleblower, a chairman, a mic.
The surveillance didn’t turn unconstitutional the day it reached her. It was unconstitutional the day it reached the first American whose records got sucked up on a hunch some prosecutor privately waved off as not suspicious. Everybody after that was just volume.
So pass the damn bill. I mean it. Close the loophole, force the warrant, every word of the principle is right and the country would breathe easier for it. A good idea doesn’t go rotten just because a latecomer’s name lands on the letterhead.
But keep your eyes open about what you’re actually watching here. The machine didn’t become intolerable the day it caught Lauren Boebert. It was intolerable when it caught the first nobody, and the next, and every one since, the ones with no whistleblower, no hearing, no bill number, no prayer of ever finding out it happened at all. She had the principle the whole time. She just kept it folded in her back pocket until the day it was her phone in the government’s fist. And the only test that counts, the one nobody in that building ever passes, isn’t this bill, filed with impeccable timing the same month her own file spilled into the daylight. It’s whether she’s still this loud a year from now, when the poor bastard on the wrong end of a warrantless search is a nobody, and the last person left willing to raise hell is the exact one the Fourth Amendment was written to cover in the first place.
Don’t hold your breath, especially when Boebert attaches her name to something. Remember her cafe, Shitters?
About the author
David B. Wheeler is an accountability journalist, the founder of American Muckrakers, and host of the MUCK YOU! podcast. He writes on political corruption, government surveillance, and public accountability from Spruce Pine, North Carolina.
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