Everybody – especially the hardworking staff – has a breaking point on certain issues, and this one was ours.

From Saturday’s Boston Globe front page:

Managing the next moves in Sanders’ insurgency

Vt. senator faces a daunting task in keeping the fervor he’s inspired after campaign

WASHINGTON — Bernie Sanders is not taking his revolution gently into that good night.

The Vermont senator is executing an intricate endgame to the Democratic primary that he hopes will continue to inspire the 12 million voters who flocked to him, while drawing lines in the political sand that Hillary Clinton and other establishment leaders won’t dare to cross.

Here’s the line in the sand we are daring to cross:

Free the Dylan Thomas One!

Thomas’s actual 1952 poem about his father’s passing (one year before his own death):

Do not go gentle into that good night

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.

Despite his writing five times, do not go gentle into that good night, the vast majority of allusions to Thomas’s poem use gently.

So we say:

Rage, rage against the dying of the right (word).