by George Knapp

The “Eagle” has crash-landed. It’s just my opinion, but the name-changing, secret-spilling, tall-tale-telling UFO “whistleblower” known as Dan Crain or Dan Burisch or the biologist-formerly-known-as-J-Rod’s lab partner is a complete goofball. He is a manipulative, egocentric, phony-baloney goofball. You can quote me.

It’s hard to believe that he is still peddling the same bunch of ET crapola that he tried to foist upon me 14 years ago. It’s even more surprising that anyone could possibly take him seriously, but we all remember what P. T. Barnum said. I will give him credit for perseverance and for the creative, ever-adapting fantasy he has manufactured. The guy certainly has stamina. Did I mention that he is a goofball?

Crain first came to my attention in early 1990, just a few months after I had broken the story about Bob Lazar, S4, and flying saucers in the Nevada desert. Maybe I was chosen for his attention because I was perceived by some as a gullible sensationalist, a reporter who would swallow anything—the predictable fallout from my involvement with Lazar. Whatever the reason, I soon found myself in Dan Crain’s modest orbit.

I was invited to participate in a panel discussion about ET life. The local Planetary Society sponsored the public event, and since a few of the names on the program were credible people, I agreed to chime in. I had never heard of Dan Crain, but soon learned that he was the head of the local Planetary Society at that moment and was the driving force behind this particular event. (It may sound prestigious, but the Planetary Society at the time was a loosely organized social club based at the local community college, a small group of people who enjoyed talking about astronomy and related subjects. Crain, an alleged biologist, became the head of it because he lobbied for the voluntary job.

A month before this event, I participated in an Earth Day forum at University of Nevada, Las Vegas. Just a few days prior, I received an anonymous letter from a supposedly elderly lady who said she was a neighbor of Crain’s. She suggested I look into his background because she had seen military men come to his apartment in the middle of the night and whisk him away. She took the bold leap of assuming this must have something to do with flying saucers and Area 51 and wanted me to look into it.

Hmmm, I thought, that sure is curious. Just before the Earth Day forum began, I was standing in the men’s room when a balding little guy sauntered up and introduced himself as Dan Crain, biologist to the stars. It occurred to me that I had heard the name before, and I casually mentioned that I had received a strange letter from some lady who suggested he might have something to do with Area 51. It was a genuinely offhand remark, but Crain reacted as if I had attached electrodes to his gonads. He sprinted out of the restroom in melodramatic fashion and I didn’t speak to him again.

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