I sincerely hope that the spirits of drowned polar bears come HAUNT him while he sleeps!
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Best-selling novelist Michael Crichton doesn't just get mad when his critics disparage his adamant view that there is no proof of global warming.

Nope, he gets even, by portraying critic Michael Crowley in his next novel as Mick Crowley, a small-dicked rapist who gets uncontrollable urges for kids still in their diapers.


Last March, Michael Crowley wrote an article in The New Republic attacking Michael Crichton's unpopular (and supported only by highly questionable research) contention that global warming is a crock.

When Crowley picked up Crichton's next novel (appropriately entitled Next), he discovered a character named Mick Crowley, who rapes a baby boy still in diapers, tearing the child's rectum even though his penis *is* very eensy.

Key details of the character Mick Crowley's background neatly correspond with the real-life experiences of critic Michale Crowley. From Next:

The defendant, thirty-year-old Mick Crowley, was a Washington-based political columnist who was visiting his sister-in-law when he experienced an overwhelming urge to have anal sex with her young son, still in diapers. Crowley was a wealthy, spoiled Yale graduate and heir to a pharmaceutical fortune. ...



Now Crowley has responded on The New Republic's website, with a slightly humorous take on the situation:

The next page contains fleeting references to Crowley as a "weasel" and a "dickhead," and, later, "that political reporter who likes little boys." But that's it--Crowley comes and goes without affecting the plot. He is not a character so much as a voodoo doll. Knowing that Crichton had used prior books to attack very real-seeming people, I was suspicious. Who was this Mick Crowley? A Google search turned up an Irish Workers Party politician in Knocknaheeny, Ireland. But Crowley's tireless advocacy for County Cork's disabled seemed to make him an unlikely target of Crichton's ire. And that's when it dawned on me: I happen to be a Washington political journalist. And, yes, I did attend Yale University. And, come to think of it, I had recently written a critical 3,700-word cover story about Crichton. In lieu of a letter to the editor, Crichton had fictionalized me as a child rapist. And, perhaps worse, falsely branded me a pharmaceutical-industry profiteer.

The commenters at TPMmuckraker, where the situation is reported, let loose at Crichton:


The sick part about it is that Michael Crichton is actually also a pedophile. But what's really unusual is that he prefers being on the receiving end.

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Chrichton makes O. J. look good.

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Until I read this, I didn't know who M Crichton was. I do now. What a girl!

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Why is it that the only people that fantasize about raping little boys are Republicans?

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I sincerely hope that the spirits of drowned polar bears come HAUNT him while he sleeps!



One poster, Marian Simms, defends Crichton, noting:

Crichton's little word war with Crowley seems sort of juvenile but I've enjoyed too many of his books to just accept Crowley's side of the story.


To which Éric McComber responds:

I see Crichton's PR firm has shown up. Nice to see you Marian.


For the win, see gonzone, who notes:

Well, if this doesn't make everyone take Michael Crichton's views on global warming seriously, I don't know what will.