I couldn't be sadder. Paul Krugman is retiring from the New York Times. It is probably the worst day of my life. My career has lost all meaning. From now on, I am a widowed writer and an orphan. Who the hell am I going to laugh at in my articles now?

Normal people will think that Krugman is leaving the Times because of his failure to make an accurate economic, political, or social forecast since his debut in 2000, but he does not belong to the realm of normal people. In fact, he is threatening to keep writing elsewhere, so that he can continue to be wrong in public and so that a bunch of equally wrong readers can learn his unique way of erring. But if it’s not at the Times, it will never be the same.
In his farewell column, the Nobel laureate asserts that we are in an "era of resentment," and that the optimism of 20 years ago has been replaced by anger. In short, he continues to be madder than a wet hen.
Most of his article is a mountain of disguised insults and undisguised hatred for Elon Musk, whom I imagine he blames for Trump's victory, a triumph that to this day remains incomprehensible to him, as he demonstrates in his tedious and melancholy latest prose.
Krugman liked influential tech startup billionaires when they were disaffected progressives like Zuckerberg, Dorsey, and all those who wore sneakers and turtlenecks to any shareholder meeting in Silicon Valley — that place that aspired to be the Democratic Party's eternal bank of credit and which now reeks of mothballs. However, now that there's an influential billionaire who isn't woke, Krugman believes the rich are "angry and resentful" because they are "billionaires who don't feel they are admired enough." There's something Freudian about this guy's whole rant, but it's so obvious that it goes without saying.
At this point, one would think it’s about time for some self-criticism and to admit that wokeism and the entire postmodern Left are the garbage that has gotten the Democrats into this situation, but n...