I forgive Michael Crichton for the lack of details I criticized in part one. He had an important story to tell, and the color of Peter Evans’s walls were irrelevant. Irrelevant. That word comes up again and again, but in Crichton’s text and in the reader’s mind. While reading State of Fear, I found myself using that term, boldly, even rudely, in numerous conversations and arguments. So much of what the left says is irrelevant. Totally and utterly irrelevant to the discussion at hand, the issue in general, and, most importantly, to society and the world at large.