Wow, he really is exactly what you think he is:

Mr. Bloomberg was introspective as he spoke, and seemed both restless and wistful. When he sat down for the interview, it was a few days before his 50th college reunion. His mortality has started dawning on him, at 72. And he admitted he was a bit taken aback by how many of his former classmates had been appearing in the “in memoriam” pages of his school newsletter.

But if he senses that he may not have as much time left as he would like, he has little doubt about what would await him at a Judgment Day. Pointing to his work on gun safety, obesity and smoking cessation, he said with a grin: “I am telling you if there is a God, when I get to heaven I’m not stopping to be interviewed. I am heading straight in. I have earned my place in heaven. It’s not even close.”

Usually your douchey rich-guy windbags are short-fingered vulgarians. But this one is just short. I love this reaction:

Remind me to picket Bloomberg’s funeral with a sign that says “God Hates Trans Fats.”

— Mark Hemingway (@Heminator) April 16, 2014