Ah, the incipient capitalist slumlord moves his garden to his new feudal barony! From his hovel
he will undoubtedly watch the children laboring in his coal mines, their tiny bodies racked with consumption and black lung, while he discusses his golf game with his cronies Karl Rove and Tom De Lay, sips his ancient brandy, and smokes his fat cigars.

There is a Revolution coming, Oppressor Of The People! The Tides Of History will sweep you away! I'll try to get over and look you up when I'm in DC the next time; maybe have lunch, huh?