As it is written in the Book of Bloomberg, “He who strikes the Big Gulp of sin from his brother’s hand, shall sit in a Barca-Lounger at the right hand of God. Blessed are those who spend a lot of money telling others what to do, for they shall gain express entry into Heaven.” If you get to the Pearly Gates and hear someone behind you in line loudly demanding VIP access and concierge service, you’ll know you died right before Mike Bloomberg.
I wonder how widespread his attitude must be among exponents of the Nanny State. Has there even been a more perfect expression of the “vision of the anointed” than Bloomberg claiming a first-class ticket to Heaven because he’s put so much effort into telling the Little People how to live their lives? Has there even been a better example of the mindset C.S. Lewis warned against?
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience. They may be more likely to go to Heaven yet at the same time likelier to make a Hell of earth. This very kindness stings with intolerable insult. To be “cured” against one’s will and cured of states which we may not regard as disease is to be put on a level of those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals.