From The
Archives Of The Struggle Against Climate Change And Animal Preservation-West
Coast Version-Professor Johnny Allan-Climate Guru Oops At Leisure
By Bart Webber
You know the
very first thing, well if not the first thing then early on, Pete Markin always
known as the Scribe, our corner boy resident intellectual in front of Tonio’s
Pizza Parlor told me many years ago was never to underestimate your opponent,
your enemy really. I wished I thought that gold nugget recently when I went after
one Professor Johnny Allan, the great ecologist and con man (go figure). I had
simply stated public information that in his prime he was treated like a living
god in some circles for his early warning about climate change, animal
extinction and human hubris. I have heard that there were cults out on the West
Coast who burned incense and smoked weed, ganja in front of his portrait
although I have never independently confirmed that to my satisfaction. Could
have been just another urban legend.
Naturally I went
through the litany of his accomplishments from the old days basically updating
the whole system of getting people interested in these subjects and grabbing
contributions, large and small to do the work and awareness projects about what
humankind was doing to many species by its wanton wasteful ways burning us up.
I also pointed out that the good professor was nothing but a hard rock con man
and fraud when he put together a very profitable operation sucking money away from
legitimate environmental groups into his own pockets. A couple of people have
written books on his lifetime of scams and cons so again this was public knowledge
including that for various reasons none really that make sense governments never
brought charges against him, and other organizations wouldn’t “play ball with
the law” and so he walked.
This was all a
decade or more ago and given his birthdate I thought the old sniveling bastard had
died since I had not heard much about him of late. No such luck. His lawyer sent
me a letter, no, an e-mail pointing out that Johnny was still alive and angry
that I had brought up the latter issues after all this time. Reason: Johnny believed
that such talk would damage his little shop selling serapes and knickknacks in Olde
Town San Diego and that I had defamed him. The lawyer wanted to talk money to
settle out of court. I, in my best corner
boy manner, said fuck off with my defense being the truth of the matter. At the
end of the archival caption I used to express my sentiments I noted the truth
is a great defense and old Johnny would have to play some other sucker for
dough (it did not look like that stall of his was thriving). I expected not to
hear further from this rogue.
Then the other
day I got a letter, certified, from that same lawyer asking again for dough but
this time claiming all the “speculation” about Johnny’s scams was pure fantasy,
was pure spite by losers and holy goofs (my expression). Said Johnny had spent
the monies given for what they were intended for. What they did not know was
that I had actually read Ray Ellis’ book on Johnny’s exploits complete with
pictures of his “outings” (see photograph below of Johnny and his group playing
golf at Spanish Bay, an exclusive club on 17 Mile Road near Carmel in California
when he was supposed to be in Africa for the endangered batum puma). I have
plenty more, plenty so while I will be a little more savvy about whether I will
hear from dear Johnny that is that.
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