My Version of Al's Speech to Hearst
I like to put myself in the position of fictional characters and game out how I'd deal with a quandary. As such, this, fwiw, is how I'd have spoken to Hearst if I were Swearengen:
Mr. Hearst, I, a diminutive man of modest ambition, have built myself a small position of which I'm intensely proud. And when giants and titans occasionally stride through my neighborhood, I can withstand errant bits of accidental trampling, holding no desire to challenge or obstruct my betters in their offensive posture.
But if such a demigod turns his all-powerful eye toward my house, choosing to interfere and harass merely for mirth-making, I'd have no choice but to defend what little I have with everything I've got. And if, in my paucity, I'm able to return some level of harassment and interference - though it'd give me scant mirth - I'd proudly take that petty victory to a premature grave.