On one recent day, a fresh Truth Social notification glowed on his phone. He read the jab, grinned, and went back to drafting a Substack essay on fiscal multipliers. Between sentences, the keys clacked in steady rhythm — the kind of sound that could outlast the shouting outside.
“Some people play golf. I fight with trolls. It’s cheaper,” he said, smirking at the screen before returning to his charts.
“The COVID-19 vaccine saved my life,” one reader wrote in the comments, thanking him for defending public health data. Krugman sent back a heart emoji. Then he closed the laptop. The click was sharp in the quiet room, followed by the faint honk of a cab from the street below.
The noise will keep coming. But gravity is gravity. The facts will weigh the same tomorrow as they do today.