For more than 100 years this has been an exclusive sanctuary for the 1%, where they can hide from all of the hunger and pain they have caused by being successful.
Well, that can’t be allowed. This country wasn’t built by enterprising men who risked everything to form a more perfect union. No sir. It was built on the backs of those who couldn’t afford custom made carriages from London. Then later made improved upon by immigrants, aka the ancestors of most of the people you know (and probably you).
Unite! Down with the man! Unless the man is paying your salary. In that case, pardon my shouting. Can I get you a gyro, sir? Well, Mr. Muggles is having none of that nonsense – he quickly spots a weakness in the iron gate which he exploits to gain entrance into the den of evil.
Huzzah! Now you’re mine, corrupt overlords. Beware the wrath of Mr. Muggles – bringer of doom, master of evil.
Shit. That’s a long walk. Besides I can’t really open doors, anyway. I guess I’ll have to find another way to topple this capitalistic beast that’s made our nation a super power and given us unimaginable wealth and prosperity in less time than any other nation in the history of the universe.