From The Archives Of The Struggle Against Climate Change And Animal Preservation-West Coast Version-Professor Johnny Allan-Climate Guru And Con Artist-Part 2

From The Archives Of The Struggle Against Climate Change And Animal Preservation-West Coast Version-Professor Johnny Allan-Climate Guru And Con Artist-Part 2                

By Bart Webber

What do you do about a guy who has whatever he may have accomplished for the social good always took his “cut,” always had some scam brewing that meant no good to those around him or organizations who trusted him for more than a minute. This is the case of the continuing saga of Professor Johnny Allan, a good old boy from the South who was smart enough to be a leading environmentalist in his day, a force early on in the fight around climate change and animal preservation and wicked enough to spent his off-hours “plotting” his next scam. I have repeatedly used the example of his lead in getting ecology organizations to feature endangered animals when they solicit funds from the public. I have also repeatedly used the example of his using that idea to enrich himself by setting up a million funds and then basically pocketing the cash for his own personal use (most famously spending a few weeks at the exclusive Spanish Bay Golf Course on 17 Mile Road near Carmel in California with an entourage of hangers-on when he supposed to be in West Africa saving the bantam puma). Never was persecuted for the millions he grabbed since the real organizations did not want the bad publicity for their own operations.

All of this is old news. What is new, fairly new now, is the legal threats old con man Johnny and his flunky lawyer have presented against me because I have publicized his career in all its phases (not knowing at the beginning that he was still alive if ancient). This is another Johnny scam. The pretense is that all that old stuff never charged criminally is ruining his business now. That “business” is selling moth-eaten serapes, cheapjack ornaments and bobbles, worm-eaten wood frames and a millon other gewgaws out of what looks like a stall in the Olde Town section of San Diego. Junk in other words according to a friend from San Diego State who went by the place and had to laugh since the stuff really was in tough shape and nobody except maybe a gabacho would touch the stuff with a ten-foot pole.     

  

I didn’t think much about it at first when I got an irate e-mail then certified letter from that lawyer looking for a “settlement.” A way to freeze me up. Then I remembered who I was dealing with, what kind of con artist I had before me. We are not quite there but what we think is Johnny is using that dumb stall as a “front” for some other activities, maybe dope, maybe who knows.