Dear Mirah: We need to talk. K-Han has become an old, major-label peon. Same with Zack de la Rocha, who, as far as anyone knows, is living in Trent Reznor's studio. Ani is played out. The left needs a new hero, and I think that someone is you. I've got your shit all up in my iPod, the precise-but-pottymouthed-folk-goddess-under-scary-trumpets stuff you're so good at. Your relationship-heavy records include protest anthems such as "Monument" and "Jerusalem" that completely floor me. And when you did that rebellious covers record (2003's To All We Stretch the Open Arm)? Damn. On 2004's C'mon Miracle, you dropped the trademark blush-inducing language, which is a good first step, but everybody sings about their significant others, and your labelmates the Blow do that better than you do. So let your poise drop, plug in an electric ax, and use that Evian-clear voice to embrace your activist destiny. Sincerely, Howard Dean.