God: (standing, shaking Romney's hand)"It's good to meet you Mr. Romney.........I've heard so much about you..............please, please sit down." (He clears his throat.) "Er..........you, of course, know why you're here."
Romney: (sitting down, then jumping up, speaking with over-the-top enthusiasm)"I sure do Mr. God. There's word that you are thinking of taking one of your properties in a new direction, as it were. I've worked up some major plans for you and am really, really looking forward to implementing them and.......of course working with you." (He ended with a sly, calculating, not-quite-meeting-his-eyes giggle.)
God: (looking Romney over with open assessment) "Pardon?"
Romney: (holding up his hands as he sat back down. His voice soft and predatory.) "Well..........er..........without going into detail, I understand that while I'm sure it won't happen and I do know you built your world from top to bottom and from day one...........er.........there could be an opening.........er..........closer to the top............let's just say...........er............okay..........I'll lay it out for you............that I've heard you're thinking about retirement."
God: (grunting with disinterest) "Not hardly. Let's get down to the business on hand shall we." (He shot a quick look of pure distaste to Romney.) "Tell me what your plans are...........I'm interested in knowing what your intentions with this opening would be.................As you know, this particular investment has been one of my more successful operations. It has a wide diversity of flora and fauna and the humanity is greatly diversified financially, culturally, ethnically and by age, gender and need. But,"(he shrugged), "It has recently fallen into disarray." (With open pointedness he continued questioning.) "What would you do to turn this situation around? FYI the other person I'm considering has specific areas that he would target. What," (leaning deeply in his chair, crossing one leg over the other knee, and twirling his pencil in front of his chin, "Would you do? I would appreciate candor Mr. Romney."
Romney: (still maintaining his soothing deviousness confided.) "I realize that you do have another candidate for this position, but, I'm going to tell you that this man would be wrong, very wrong for what you want. Trust me on this."
God: (eyebrows shooting up as he reached for a steno pad from the top of his desk) "How so? Please go on.............."
Romney: (leaning forward for the impression that should have been obvious openness but instead came through with absolute crudeness) "We," motioning around him, to include everyone else in the room, no one, "Have studied this operation with close scrutiny towards the stats and there are several major areas that need real work before this situation will change. First your financial diversity of the population. It's just bad news. I will limit the diversity to only two groups; the highest and the lowest."
God: (asking pointedly, but not raising his eyes from the notes he was taking) "First, what would you do with the other groups? And, why only these two groups?"
Romney: (snorting with dismissive candor) "You only need the highest and the lowest. The rest, well, er.......................," (he gulped before blurting) "er.............., we'll just send them to another operation. That's what your problem is, you've just got too much diversity. You need the highest income to exploit, er......................., maximize this operation and the lowest level of financial need to er...........................maximize the highest levels. Like, er........................, let me give you an example." (His words started shooting out like bullets) "You don't need all the flora and fauna that is just laying around; doing nothing, contributing nothing. You need what's under the flora and fauna. The highest levels in the financial world can pull all your assets from deep within the ground but, you'd still have the flora and fauna in managed pockets er..................say around golf courses, on the yards of the estates, around the swimming pools and along the shore lines where the wealthy play. So," (he grinned almost but not quite convincingly,) "You'd have the best of both worlds. You'd have all the financial resources raping...........er.............utilizing all your assets and the flora and fauna in carefully controlled situations."
God: (muttering something under his breath before asking too, too brightly) "And what would the lowest income levels do to contribute to your scenario?"
Romney: (laughing with snide openness) "Serve the wealthy, of course. There would be problems at first, but nothing that can't be solved. We'd eliminate education. If they don't know anything they'll be easier to control. We'll just keep 'em stupid. There would be no more hand-outs of any sort to anyone for any reason. They'd have to work in the factories, the mines or the stores, not for money but for food, housing and medical care. Naturally we'd leave the amount of care provided up to their controllers. We have studies that prove that the wealthy are extremely generous with their workers, because, they want to keep them alive to get all the work out of them that they can. It's so hard to keep good help anymore. Didya know I've gone through three car elevator managers this month alone? Three............," (he clucked with righteous indignation) "Shameful isn't it?" (Shrugging coldly he finished), "Besides there's been non-scientific evidence that these lowest forms of financial humanity are only chattel that deserve nothing more than to be absolutely controlled and dominated. They must be told what they can or cannot eat, where they can or cannot live, what they can and cannot do at all times, in every minute piece of their lives. They cannot be trusted with even their own thoughts or words. Besides they are dispensable and replaceable. When they can no longer perform their job or service, we'll just send them somewhere to die quietly and quickly, somewhere where they won't be seen or heard. We wouldn't want to offend the sensibilities of the wealthy." (He ended with a conspiratorial grin.)
God: (stood up and simply shook his head with grim understanding) "I think I have the general picture of what you would do to my operation Mr. Romney. To be honest with you, I just don't think you are what I need right now. I tried it your way a couple of times and it just didn't work out."
Romney: (jumping up while almost shouting with anger) "Aw, come on Mr. God..................Trust me..........I know what I'm doing here. I've done it before and it always been very successful for me and my investors. You gotta give me a chance..........I can make billions."
God: (opening the door, then turning back to go face to face with the blustering, shocked man) "That's the point Mr. Romney. I don't want to just make you and your investors billions. I want to see everyone share in the prosperity. I want to give everyone the same freedoms, the rights and the chances to invest in and control their own destinies and lives. I want to see hard work rewarded with prosperity for everyone. And most importantly I want to help those who cannot, for whatever the reason, help themselves. But," (he stepped back from the door as he motioned Romney out,) "I do thank you for coming and sharing your points with me. You made it easy for me to make my choice."
Romney: (hissing threateningly as brushed rudely through the opened door) "Just wait Mr. God. Just you wait. I'll ruin you. I'll have your job."
God: (smiling with beautiful serenity stated simply) "Bring it on."