Paul Krugman is not a Marxist. I understand that I am therefore obligated to disdain him and look askance at those who profess to enjoy his blog. So it is with a heavy heart and considerable embarrassment that I come before you to confess that I find Krugman funny, informative, and stick-it-to-'em abrasive in his exposure of the follies of his economist colleagues on the right. To be sure, this just means that he is the wittiest and most amusing of the poor sods chained to the floor of the cave and forced to make educated guesses about the shadows playing on the walls. Those of us who have struggled up into the light and can see capitalism for what it truly is must never associate in any serious way with the likes of Krugman. But I enjoy a good snark as much as the next aging revolutionary, and although profundity is plentiful on the far left, wit is rather harder to find.
There, as the Roman Catholic Church discovered ages ago, confession is good for the soul.