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Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Luskin stalks Krugman. Hopes to gain Jodie Foster's attention....
Donald Luskin has really lost it. It's not enough that he wastes bandwidth every week going over Paul Krugman's column looking for dangling participles. Now he is physically stalking him and saying that he has seen the "face of evil". No. Really, he says stuff like that:
But there was nothing fun about this experience. I have looked evil in the face. I've been in the same room with it. I don't know how else to describe my feelings now except to say that I feel unclean, and I'm having to fight being afraid.
Later there is this:
When it was over and the audience exploded in cheering and applause again, I felt horrified and sick. All these months of holding Krugman accountable for all his lies, I've thought of my little crusade as being directed toward him -- but then I realized that the real liar is his audience: the people who are so afraid that they will believe his conspiracy theories and wish for his safety-netted low-ceilinged utopia -- or the people so cynically partisan that they will cheer anything and anyone, no matter how deceitful, if it is a means to their partisan ends. I realized that I can knock myself out fighting Krugman, and even if I succeed beyond my wildest dreams, all I will have done is eradicate a symptom. The disease is the people that adulate him. Tonight I spent two hours locked in a small room with those people. At the end, I just wanted to get the hell out and take a shower.
I had planned to get Krugman to sign a book to me -- and I overcame my sense of dread and revulsion, and did it. I waited in line for a few minutes while he banged out scrawled signatures by the dozen, and when he was done with mine, I asked, "Would you inscribe it to me personally?" He said, "Yeah, alright, what's your name?" I said "Don..." and he wrote Don. Then I said "Luskin: L-U-S-K-I-N..." and by the time he got halfway through... he realized. He started up with the ferret-like shifty-eyed thing like when he's on TV. I said "Now you keep up the good work, Paul." He muttered, "Yeah... yeah... fine..."
And I walked away, with my skin crawling, worried that I'd gotten too close to something infectious. I flashed on the scene from Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead when Peter Keating hears a speech by Ellsworth Toohey -- the diminutive newspaper columnist and professor to whom I've likened Krugman before -- and is gripped by fear and horror at Toohey's ability to feed off the energy of a partisan crowd. And I flashed on the movie Alien, in which contact with an extraterrestrial monster infects people trapped with it on a spaceship, and monsters just like it start to grow inside them.
Keep this in mind: there are people who trust this man with their money.
(Thanks to JC)
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