An old joke comes to mind whenever I see anything about immigration programs with names like "investor" or "entrepreneurial" visas. The story, variously attributed to Groucho Marx, Mark Twain, W.C. Fields, and others, goes something like this:Two people are sitting at an upscale bar having drinks. One individual says to the other, "Would you sleep with me for a million dollars?" The second individual, taken aback, looks carefully into the other's eyes and sees nothing there but seriousness. After a few moments pause, the second individual says, "Yes, in truth, I think I would." The first individual then follows up with, "Would you sleep with me for ten bucks?" The second individual, visibly outraged, says, "No! What kind of person do you think I am?" The first says, "We've already established that, now all we're doing is haggling over the price."