There is a puff-piece on lefty economist Paul Krugman in the New Yorker here. Here's the snippet that stands out:
Once Obama won the primary, Krugman supported him. Obviously, any Democrat was better than John McCain.
“I was nervous until they finally called it on Election Night,” Krugman says. “We had an Election Night party at our house, thirty or forty people.”
“The econ department, the finance department, the Woodrow Wilson school,” Wells says. “They were all very nervous, so they were grateful we were having the party, because they didn’t want to be alone. We had two or three TVs set up and we had a little portable outside fire pit and we let people throw in an effigy or whatever they wanted to get rid of for the past eight years.”
“One of our Italian colleagues threw in an effigy of Berlusconi.”
“I put out some coloring paper and markers so that people could write stuff on it and throw it into the fire. People really felt like there was stuff they wanted to shed! I had little hats and party whistles.”
So here you have all these high-flown lefty intellectuals from Princeton gathered around a fire, burning George Bush action figures -- or some such voodoo-like nonsense -- like superstitious pagan cavemen with Krugman acting as the grand high poobah shaman.
When the social and moral excrement finally hits the economic collapse rotary oscillator in this country resulting in general societal breakdown, these uncomprehending, self-obsessed, arrogant idiots will be eaten by the the illiterati of their own side. And when it happens, they will be astonished that the cannibal army does not understand the benevolence of their good intentions. Even as they are forced into the pot at gunpoint, these sages will be wondering, "Don't these poor unfortunates know that guns can hurt them?"
Fortunately for the cannibals, stupidity does not ruin the taste of the meat. Or so I'm told.
The inevitable reward of most liberal economists. "But you can't eat ME, I'm from Princeton!"