Monday, August 05, 2019

From The Archives Of The Struggle Against Climate Change And Animal Preservation-West Coast Version-Professor Johnny Allan-Climate Guru And Con Artist-Part 3

From The Archives Of The Struggle Against Climate Change And Animal Preservation-West Coast Version-Professor Johnny Allan-Climate Guru And Con Artist-Part 3                

By Bart Webber

The word scallywag had very precise historical connotation about low-lives, drifters, medicine show junkies, card sharks, fornicators, adulterers not covered by the previous designation, bowling addicts, hell, maybe bocce too, grifters, a class different from con men and three card monte artist, midnight shifters and every kind of fixer, bag man and demon holy goof. Maybe all of those terms fit a son of the South from whence the term came when all hell, according to the residents anyway, when the South met it righteous defeat back in the 1860s and every such type descended on the old Confederacy lands. All of this historical extra to place one Professor Johnny Allan in context before we go through another battle royale with that ill-gotten brother.          

I am not a particular fan of genealogy in arguing against some great injustice as here when one Johnny Allan is trying to still hold me up for some serious money for “defaming” him about his past as a con man and fraud to the detriment of his crumb bum business, basically a stall in the Olde Town market in San Diego filled with derelict objects and moth-eaten clothing, especially the serapes as he had tried to pass himself off as some Tex-Mex refugee seeking the golden road in Estados Unidos. According to a couple of biographical exposes of Johnny was born not in Texas as now claimed but in Greenville, South Carolina. Most importantly his roots in the South go back to a scalawag great-grandfather who headed South after dodging the Union draft in the Civil War. Headed south for one very obvious reason about ten proud Yankee farmers were ready to string him up, ready to hang him high for stealing their pigs. The subsequent generations were no better except once they got through to the 20th century they had established themselves in various South Carolina town where the con man, the studied drifter, the two-bit grifter, the local grafter and the ten percent shavers had some cache. (With the proviso that the cache was more urban legend than fact and that pleased crowd were not victimized like those long-ago Yankee farmers)
So these are Johnny Allan’s bloodlines as we yet again go mano a mano over some legal dispute which thus far is all smoke and mirrors since everything I have written is true and Johnny and his lawyer just think they have a fish to fry. Frankly I thought that the last “exchange” would have ended our relationship. That is when I published a photograph taken of Johnny and his coterie playing golf at a swanky Carmel resort he was supposed to be in Africa saving some endangered species. He had set up a fund based on his recognized work in that area and pocketed most of the dough himself. Clearly criminal behavior which the government wanted to pursue but the various environmental organizations affected preferred to let it go rather than hurt their own revenues from such donations.      

This should be the show-stopper, the thing that gets Johnny and that damned illiterate lawyer off my back. A friend of mine from U/Cal-San Diego at my request went to see Johnny’s so-called business in Olde Town. She reported back that if there were a settlement between us to avoid court it should be for about three dollars, US since his stall was from nowhere. I thought the photo expose of Johnny and cronies on the golf course would do the trick so I didn’t think about this until later. The whole set-up was a front, was a front for Johnny’s drug-dealing, white slavery trade, fake antique hustling in short what you would expect somebody like the good professor to do. How do I know. Well that good friend spent several hours for a couple of days observing what was going on in that stall and it wasn’t tourists seeking knickknacks. This should set Johnny back on his heels a bit. Yeah, every bit a son, a grandson, a great-grandson of scalawags.         





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