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...