Speaking of cojones, the quoted NSA statement accidentally left out the loud "GLONNNNG!" at the end.
The sound of ginormous brass ones clanging as they walked away.
So, if I should call my Congress critter to complain of the NSA's violation of my rights, the NSA will collect the metadata (and, quite possibly the actual content) of my communication. Nice one, NSA! You've create a freakin' informational tesseract!