Paul Krugman has never shied away from criticizing me. He has relished it, and has not hesitated to spice his criticism with insults. And yet, when called to account for his own mistakes, not to mention his own boastful misrepresentation of his own record, he has collapsed. Manifestly unable to refute any of my charges against his work, he has added one final, infantile insult – proving my point about his chronic lack of civility – and passed the buck to his coterie of boosters. Yet not one of them even attempts to defend his record.
Perhaps it is worth asking, then, why anyone should continue waste time reading the stream of consciousness of an intellect long past its peak. He was a wizard, once upon a time ...
But now …