Mr. Muggles, on a casual stroll pondering world peace and tachos, today ran into one of the last bastions of the elite – the yacht club. The Norfolk Boat Club, to be precise.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...