As long as he uses his powers for good, yay Cohen, I guess, but I cooled on him since reading about him in this deep dive into the not so moderate leanings of the fancier precincts of Greenwich. The money physically redrew Greenwich, as financiers built estates on a scale once favored by Gilded Age railroad barons. The hedge-fund manager Steven A. Cohen paid $14.8 million in cash for a house, then added an ice rink, an indoor basketball court, putting greens, a fairway, and a massage room, ultimately swelling the building to thirty-six thousand square feet—larger than the Taj Mahal. In a final flourish, Cohen obtained special permission to surround his estate with a wall that exceeded the town's limits on height. It was nine feet tall. When the votes were counted, Trump's greatest support in Greenwich was not in the middle-class sections of downtown. It was in two of the wealthiest precincts—the Tenth and Eleventh Districts, which sprawl across the lush northern backcountry, encompassing the Round Hill Club, where Prescott Bush once reigned, and the estate of Steven Cohen, the investor with the nine-foot wall. Cohen, whose hedge fund closed in 2014, after pleading guilty to insider trading, donated a million dollars to support the Inauguration. Peterffy chipped in a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Glazer joined the transition. I don't begrudge him his garish indulgences, and I have no illusions about how billionaires become billionaires, but the dude really didn't have anything better to do with a million fucking dollars besides celebrate that travesty? https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/05/11/how-greenwich-republicans-learned-to-love-trumphttps://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/05/11/how-greenwich-republicans-learned-to-love-trump