Long and the short of it: a reporter named Michael Crowley writes and article pointing out that Bush’s favorite science confidant, Michael Crichton, is a little less than honest or accurate in his anti-global-warming tirade “State of Fear.”
Crichton, of course, is too classy to respond to such criticism. What’s his next classy move? This:
Lord God, what an asshole, what a galactic rectum! Lampooning one’s rhetorical enemies is fair game, and an entertaining one as well, but a baby raper?
Oh, sorry: yes the passage in question is from Crichton’s newest airport-reading-must-buy book “Next.” As the article explains, this character is a complete passing reference, with no impact at all on the plot: just a lot of nasty things to say about the mysterious “Mick Crowley,” of the incredibly tiny penis that still manages to tear a child’s rectum like a mofo.
This year’s “Biggest Douche in the Universe.” Bet they’ll call the author “Mick Cretin.”
I hope they do a bit about how he looks for his own penis with a magnifying glass and tweezers, while he attempts to sodomize a corpse, only to have the corpse re-animate and laugh at him.
If the OP had presented this story to me without the time frame or the names of the principals, I would have assumed the author was L. Ron Hubbard. It just sounds like his kind of tantrum.
And that’s the worst thing I can think to say about Crichton. :mad:
I suppose you could make the argument that he’s clearly not a baby raper, but that he could be a pharmaceutical industry profiteer, so the second insult is the one more likely to hurt his image; but you’re right, that’s a pretty odd set of priorities.