I’m not sure what would motivate a person to launch a personal attack on the energetic polymath, Des Moore? But Rory Robertson has taken to the letters page of the Australian Financial Review to make some bitter and nasty comments about Des’ contribution to the economic debate, undertaken over very many years.
Here are some snippets:
These days, deep in his sunset years, Moore’s lounge room enjoys the glorious title of “The Institute for Private Enterprise” and he’s reinvented himself as a world leader in writing letters to newspapers explaining that global warming is a giant hoax perpetrated in country after country by armies of eminent scientists who think they are so smart.
Let’s hope that Moore’s policy inflluence as a proflic post-nap letter writer remains as strong as it was decades ago in his retirement heyday as a know-it-all economist.
Needless to say, it is taking a considerable degree of restraint on my part to refrain from making personal comments about Robertson.
One of Robertson’s major gripes (and I am not sure why he would even care from where he sits – good one, Des, you are having an impact) is that Des is inclined to issue dire warnings. In point of fact, it was Des, along with John Stone, who belled the cat on the rubbish that were the Club of Rome warnings. Remember those, Rory?
And while Des may have exaggerated the problem of foreign debt in the 1980s and 1990s, he has proven correct in his warnings against excessive government spending and the build up of government debt. (He was hardly alone in worrying about the twin deficits; after all, the dollar had just been floated and this was new territory for economic managers.)
But let us examine the facts:
- Approaching 80, Des’ curiosity and interest in issues show no sign of waning;
- His output record is very impressive;
- He has undertaken a great deal of commissioned work, including for state governments;
- His range of interests is extremely wide.
Frankly, if I have anywhere near the same degree of fire in the belly and energy that Des Moore has at the same age, I will die a happy woman.
So back off, Rory, and pick on someone your own age. Or alternatively, grow up and don’t pick on anyone.