So God Made A Bloomberg
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, I need a tiny, soulless technocrat to tell everyone else how to live their lives. So God made a Bloomberg.
God said, I need a know-it-all Wall Street banker who made more money by getting fired than most men will make their entire lives working an honest job. So God made a Bloomberg.
I need somebody with hands strong enough to carry a stool and a booster seat wherever he goes, but gentle enough to sign the voter registration papers as a Democrat, and then a Republican, and then an independent, and then a Democrat again.
Somebody who would tell a female employee to kill her own baby so she could work longer hours, a grieving family that it s a waste to give medical care to old people, or a farmer that growing food is easy and any idiot with half a brain could manage it. Someone who could tell a mother that parenting was as simple as hiring some black who doesn t even have to speak English to raise her dumb kid. So God made a Bloomberg.
Sounds like a plan.