If I'm at a random DWI stop, and the police ask for my phone, I know my rights and know I can say 'No'. I also know they can then say they smell something, handcuff me on the side of the road while they take their time bringing in a dog, and then give the dog their secret trigger signal that something may be in the car. If they're not 100% out to get me, they tear my car apart and then send me on my way, costing me valuable time and some of my dignity.
If they are out to get me, hopefully all they do is plant a bag of crack in my car, but I fully acknowledge they can scream, "Look out! He's coming right at us!", shoot me 100 times in the back, then use the fact that I had asthma medicine in my system to disparage my good name and get folks on social media to agree I deserved it.
What they don't get is easy access to everything I've done, every place I've visited, a list of everyone I know, every idea I've never pursued, and every unfulfilled dream I've ever listed in Notes. They'll need to go to a third party to obtain permission to, maybe, access that information. Information, as innocent as it may be, I may feel is too personal to want to share with any government.
A minor victory, to be sure, but no way I go gently into that good night.