A certain man was going down from The Peoples' land unto Washington. He was foreign in Washington not being of the Creators of Jobs but of those who toil and earn their pay by the sweat of their brow. And as it goes he was set upon by a thief. And the thief was stealing his wallet and his watch and his change and his golden tooth. And another man was there then, one who was great and powerful in Washington, and who was known as (this is a rough translation from the ancient Washingtonish) "Spokesman of Beautiful Words". And this man spake unto the man of toil saying "That man shouldn't take thy money and thy belongings and thy golden tooth like that. It isn't fair, and it isn't right." Then the thief smote the toiler so that he fell upon the ground. Then the Spokesman and the thief went unto the home of the thief and supped.