Bob Lazar

At best, Bob Lazar is a shady character. At worst, he's a pathological liar with a blurry moral compass. Somewhere in between, a kernel of truth may just be hidden. In the early '80s, he claimed to work for the U.S. government at an area called S-4. S-4 is supposedly located just a bit south of Area 51 in the Nevada desert. Lazar claimed that his job was to deconstruct an extraterrestrial space craft and figure out how it worked so that the Pentagon could reconstruct it. He also claimed to have been debriefed by the government on gray aliens. According to Lazar, they have been interacting with humans for the last 10,000 years, manipulating human DNA among other things. 

At first glance, it sounds like a scientist working for the government decided to blow the whistle. Bob Lazar claimed that he only told the story because he felt that the people had a right to know what was going on. So here's this scientist who is sick and tired of the government's cover ups and wants the people to know what is really going on, right? Not necessarily. Later, he claimed that he was fired from his job at S-4 and came forward so that if something happened to him, everyone would know the government did it. He made it clear to the government that he had sent letters out to various people detailing what he had seen and who was responsible if he went missing or died. 

His claims continued on. He said that he was a scientist with a master's degree from MIT and had also attended Cal Tech, two very prestigious schools. The only problem is that neither school has a record of him attending. There's no mention of him in yearbooks, no one remembers going to school with him, and there are no pictures to prove it all. In addition, he has never produced a diploma, which a scientist surely would have kept. 

The story just gets weirder from here. As soon as you think he's just a liar, a little hint of possible truth comes out. He claimed that he worked at the Los Alamos National Laboratory as a scientist. Los Alamos denied these claims, but George Knapp, an investigative reporter found Bob's name in a phone directory from the lab. In addition to that, a scientist known to work at Los Alamos, Robert Krangle, admitted that Lazar did indeed work there as a scientist. 

If Bob Lazar did work at Los Alamos National Laboratory as a scientist, that just may be the smoking gun to prove that there is more to this story than meets the eye. Lazar claims that it was after he worked at Los Alamos that he got the job at S-4 as a propulsion specialist working on the space craft. If he had no education, how could he get the job at S-4? Well, there is no proof that this job existed. But it seems that there is some proof that he may have worked at Los Alamos. How could he get a job there without an education? This brings us back in a circle. Maybe he did have a degree from MIT. Maybe his educational record was erased. At this point, who knows?

As you can see, Bob Lazar is an enigma. He does have a bit of a shady past as well. He filed bankruptcy multiple times, owned a legal brothel (that he didn't claim on his bankruptcy), and was arrested for buying into and helping to run an illegal brothel in Nevada. He pled guilty and ended up serving probation and community service. He married Tracy Murk while still being married to Carol Lazar. Carol died two days after this marriage. The company he owns, United Nuclear Equipment and Scientific Supplies was charged for violating the Federal Hazardous Substances Act for shipping restricted chemicals across state lines in 2006. The company was also fined in 2007 for selling chemicals and components used to make illegal fireworks. Lazar says that the charges stem specifically from the government raiding him just for harassment.

When it comes to Bob Lazar, nothing is easy and nothing is what it seems. If you are intrigued and want to know more, listen to Angel and Aaron debate the issue. 

Bob Lazar, who claimed to work on extraterrestrial space craft for the government.

Bob Lazar, who claimed to work on extraterrestrial space craft for the government. 

Bob Lazar Part 1

Bob Lazar Part 2


Bob Lazar

Bob Lazar


Bob Lazar sketching the "sport model"


One of Bob Lazar's sketches of the "sport model"


Bob Lazar explaining the physics of space craft movement


One of Bob Lazar's sketches of the "sport model"


Bob Lazar on his jet bike


Bob Lazar's w-2 from S-4


Bob Lazar's name in the Los Alamos phone directory


Bob Lazar's S-4 ID


Los Alamos Monitor article on Bob Lazar


Diagram of the "sport model"


Bob Lazar in one of his jet cars

The Grunch

The grunch is an interesting figure indeed. The tale of the grunch goes all the way back to the 1800s. You'll have to listen to the episode to find out how it was made, but it is a chupacabra like being, but much older. It has a goat like head, spines down it's back, glowing red eyes, fangs, and sucks on the blood of goats and others. Some legends say it's similar to the werewolf in that if you are bitten and live through the experience, you will turn into a grunch on a full moon. 

The grunch howls like a banshee. If you're in New Orleans late at night and you hear an ungodly howl, you'd better get off the streets because the grunch just might be near. It is generally said to inhabit the area by Grunch Road and Haynes Road, but in New Orleans, you never know what could be lurking where. 


The Grunch


Artist rendering of the grunch

The grunch

This picture actually shows an artist's rendering of a chupacabra, but the grunch is said to look similar. Painting by Josh Burns at 

Artist rendering of the grunch


Artist's rendering of the grunch road monster

The grunch

the grunch monster

Supposed picture of a grunch

The devil baby


An effigy of the devil baby by Ricardo Pustiano. It is said to be haunted. In old New Orleans, devil babies were placed outside of homes to ward off the real devil baby. They were also often used in hoodoo to place curses.  Marie Leveau did not condone the use of the devil baby effigy since it made light of the real devil baby's horrible affliction. She was the godmother of the original devil baby. 

Marie Leveau


Marie Levau, also known as the Voodoo Queen. She was said to be the most prominent, powerful voodoo priestess in New Orleans. 

Supposed picture of a grunch


Supposed picture of a grunch. The person who took the picture claims there were two of them and they ran away on two legs. 

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Loup garou

The loup garou, or rougarou is a werewolf type legend that originated in France. It is similar, but not the same as the werewolf. Whereas a werewolf is usually not himself while transformed, a loup garou retains his human faculties. After the French brought the concept of the loup garou to the Americas, the description of the creature changed somewhat. The wolf man became more of a dog man. The loup garou can also present itself as a pigman, pwlman, and a host of other animals.

It is believed that one becomes a loup garou by being cursed by either God or a witch. Bad Catholics are said to turn into a loup garou after seven years of not observing lint. The curse can also be transferred by being bitten by a loup garou, but only if the victim talks about it. It is said that if you keep quiet, you will not inherit the curse. The loup garou is often used as a sort of bogey man to keep people, especially children on the right track. 

Loup garous can be killed in several ways, including decapitation, mutilation, and having salt thrown on them. They also hate frogs, even though they live in swamps. So next time you come face to face with a loup garou, better have a frog handy. 

loup garou, the French werewolf

loup garou, the French werewolf

Episode 13 Loup garou

BISCLAVRET Marie de France, translated Judith P. Shoaf ©1996

Since I'm making lais, Bisclavret 

Is one I don't want to forget.

 In Breton, "Bisclavret"'s the name; 

"Garwolf" in Norman means the same. 

Long ago you heard the tale told-- 

And it used to happen, in days of old-- 

Quite a few men became garwolves, 

And set up housekeeping in the woods. 

A garwolf is a savage beast, 

While the fury's on it, at least: 

Eats men, wreaks evil, does no good,

Living and roaming in the deep wood. 

Now I'll leave this topic set.1 

I want to tell you about Bisclavret. 

In Brittany there dwelt a lord; 

Wondrous praise of him I've heard: 

A handsome knight, an able man, 

He was, and acted like, a noble man. 

His lord the King held him dear, 

And so did his neighbors far and near. 

He'd married a worthy woman, truly;

Always she acted so beautifully. 

He loved her, she him: they loved each other.

But one thing was a bother: 

Every week he was lost to her 

 For three whole days, she didn't know where, 

What became of him, what might befall Him; 

his people knew nothing at all. 

He came home to his house one day, 

So joyous he was, happy and gay; 

She began to ask him and inquire:

"My lord," she said, "my friend, my dear, 

There's just one thing I might care To ask, 

if only I might dare-- 

But I'm afraid that you'll get angry,

And, more than anything, that scares me." 

He hugged her when he heard all this, 

Drew her close and gave her a kiss. 

"My lady," he said, "Ask me now! 

Anything you want to know, If I can, I'll tell you."

"Sir, By my faith, you work my cure. 

My lord, I'm in terror every day, 

Those days when you've gone away, 

My heart is so full of fear, 

I'm so afraid I'll lose you, dear-- 

If I don't get some help, some healing, 

I will die soon of what I'm feeling! 

Where do you go? Now you must say 

What life you live, where do you stay? 

You are in love--that's it, I know-- 

And you do wrong if this is so!" 

"My lady," he said, "Please, God above! 

I'll suffer great harm if I tell you:

I'll drive you off, right out of love, 

And lose my own self if I do." 

The lady heard how he refused. 

She was not the least amused. 

She brought it up again, and often 

She would flatter him and cozen

Him to tell her his adventure-- 

Till, hiding nothing, he told her. 

"My lady, I turn bisclavret; 

I plunge into that great forest. 

In thick woods I like it best. 

I live on what prey I can get.

" When he'd told her all the story 

She asked, inquired one thing more: he 

Undressed?2 Or what did he wear? 

"My lady," he said, "I go all bare." 

"Where are your clothes? Tell, for God's sake." 

"My lady, I won't say this, no; 

For if I lost them by this mistake, 

From that moment on, 

I'd know I'd stay a bisclavret forever; 

Nothing could help me,

I'd never Change back till I got them again. 

That's why I don't want it known." 

"My lord," the lady replied, 

"It's true More than all the world I love you. 

You should hide nothing from me, nor 

Ever doubt I'm loyal in any affair. 

That would not seem like true friendship.

How have I ever sinned? 

What slip Makes me seem untrustworthy to you? 

Do what's right! Now tell me, do!" 

She nagged him thus, and thus harassed 

Him till he just had to tell, at last. 

"My lady," he said, "near that wood, 

Where I come home, along that road, 

Standing there is an old chapel, 

Which often serves me well. 

The stone is there, hollow and wide, 

Beneath a bush, dug out inside; 

I put my clothes there under the bush 

Until I can come back to the house." 

The lady heard this marvel, this wonder. 

In terror she blushed all bright red, 

Filled with fear by this adventure.

Often and often passed through her head 

Plans to get right out, escape, for 

She didn't want ever to share his bed.  

A knight in that country there 

Who long had loved the lady fair, 

Begging her so, praying hard, 

Giving generously to win her regard

(She had never loved him before this, 

Nor let him think her love was his)-- 

She sent a messenger to bring 

Him to her, and told him everything. 

"My friend, my dear," she said, "be glad! 

You've been tormented, driven, sad 

Wanting what I'll give you today-- 

No-one will ever say you nay-- 

I grant you my love and my body, too:

Take me, make me your lover, you!" 

He thanks her very gratefully. 

He takes her pledge made solemnly-- 

She swears an oath on the engagement. 

Then she told him how her lord went

Away, and what he turned into. 

The path he'd always taken to 

Enter the forest--this she shows; 

She sent him to get his clothes.

Thus was Bisclavret betrayed 

And by his own wife waylaid. 

Having lost him so often, indeed, 

Everyone generally agreed 

That he had finally left for good. 

He was looked for, inquiries pursued, 

But they couldn't find a trace. 

Finally they closed the case. 

The lady's marriage was celebrated 

To the fellow who'd loved and waited. 

So, a whole year, matters rest, 

Until the King went hunting one day. 

He went straight to the forest 

Where the bisclavret used to stay. 

When the hounds were loosed and let 

Run, they found the bisclavret. 

They chased him always that long day, 

The huntsmen and the coursing dogs, 

Till they had him--almost--at bay 

And they would have torn him to rags, 

But then he picked out the King 

And ran there for mercy. 

To beg, He seizes the King's stirrup-ring, 

And kisses his foot and leg. 

The King sees this, and feels great fear; 

He calls all his companions over. 

"My lords," he says, "come, come here! 

Behold this marvel, see this wonder. 

How this beast bows down to me! 

Its3 sense is human.

It begs for mercy. 

Drive me those dogs away again, 

See that no-one strikes a blow! 

This beast understands, feels like a man. 

Let's get going! You're all too slow! 

To the beast my peace I'll grant. 

Now, no more today will I hunt." 

With that, the King turns and goes. 

The bisclavret follows him close;

It won't escape, it stays right near. 

Losing him is its only fear. 

The King leads it back to his castle keep; 

It pleases him, his delight is deep

For he's never seen such a creature.

He's decided it's a marvel of nature, 

And treats it as a great treasure. 

He tells his people it's his pleasure 

For them to take the best of care 

Of it; let no-one harm it, or dare 

To strike it, for love of the King. 

It must be fed well and given drink. 

They're all glad to care for and keep 

It; every day it goes to sleep 

Among the knights, close to the King. 

Every man thinks it a precious thing, 

For it's so gentle, well-bred, polite, 

It never would do what isn't right. 

Wherever the King might go 

It didn't want to be separated, so 

It went along with him constantly. 

That it loved him was easy to see. 

Now listen to what happened next. 

The King was holding court; he'd asked 

That all his barons attend him, 

Those who owed their land to him, 

To help him hold his high feast-day, 

And see him served in a royal way. 

That very knight came to the feast, 

Well equipped and richly dressed, 

Who had married Bisclavret's wife. 

He never thought nor reckoned 

To find him so close in his life. 

He came to the palace; the second 

That Bisclavret saw him standing around, 

He made for him with a single bound, 

Bit into him and dragged him off. 

He would have treated him very rough 

If the King hadn't called him back 

And threatened him with a stick. 

He tried to bite him twice before night. 

Many folks were amazed at the sight; 

For never had he acted this way 

To any man he'd seen, until this day. 

All those of the household insist 

There must be a reason he's doing this. 

He's hurt him, gave him some offense-- 

For he'd be glad to take vengeance. 

This time he lets it drop 

Until the feast has broken up 

And the lords take leave; each baron 

Returns to his home, one by one. 

The knight has left, I happen to know, 

Among the very first to go, 

He whom Bisclavret attacked; 

He hates him4--not a surprising fact. 

Some time later (not very long, 

I think, unless I heard it wrong), 

The King went riding in the wood, 

That courteous King, so wise and good, 

That wood where they'd found Bisclavret, 

And he came along with him. 

At Night, time to retire for the day, 

In a country lodging he lay. 

Bisclavret's wife knew it; she dressed 

Herself in her attractive best, 

Next day, to go speak to the King-- 

Sent him a gift, some costly thing. 

When Bisclavret saw her entrance, 

No man could have held him back; 

He ran like mad to the attack-- 

Listen now to his fine vengeance: 

He tore her nose right off her face. 

Could anything be worse than this is? 

Now they surround him in that place, 

They're ready to cut him in pieces, 

When a wise fellow tells the King, 

"My Lord," he says, "Hear what I say: 

It's with you this beast's been living 

And every one of us here today 

Has watched him a long time; beside 

Him we've traveled far and wide. 

He's never before hurt anyone, 

Or shown a criminal disposition, 

Except to this lady you see here. 

By the faith I owe you, it's clear 

He holds some grudge or other 

Against her and her lord together. 

This is the wife of that knight who 

Used to be so dear to you, 

Who was lost such a long time ago; 

What happened to him, we don't know. 

Now try this lady with some torture,5 

And see if she doesn't have more to 

Tell you why the beast hates her! 

If she knows, make her say it! 

Many strange things we see occur 

In Brittany, early and late." 

With this advice the King agrees. 

On the one hand, the knight they seize; 

The lady's taken, on the other, 

And seriously made to suffer. 

From pain just as much as from fear, 

She told him her lord's whole affair: 

How she'd betrayed him, she said, 

And taken away the clothes that he shed, 

The adventure he'd told, so she'd know, 

What he became and where he'd go. 

Since she'd stolen all his linen,

In his lands he'd not been seen; 

But she believed--her mind was set-- 

The beast was indeed Bisclavret. 

The King wants the clothes on the spot; 

Whether the lady wants to or not 

She has them brought back out 

And given to the Bisclavret. 

They set them down in front of his nose,6 

But Bisclavret ignores the clothes. 

That wise fellow speaks to the King, 

Who'd given the other advice, too: 

"Sire, you're doing the wrong thing. 

He will never make the least 

Move to get dressed in front of you 

And change from the form of a beast. 

This is terrible--you don't know-- 

Something he's far too ashamed to show. 

Have him taken to your own room, 

And his lost clothes brought with him; 

A good long time, leave him alone; 

Then we'll see if he becomes a man." 

The King himself took Bisclavret 

Inside, and closed all the doors tight; 

He returned when the time was done. 

He brought along two barons, not one. 

They entered the chamber, all three. 

On the king's royal bed, they see 

Lying fast asleep, the knight. 

The king ran to hug him tight; 

He kissed him a hundred times that day. 

When he catches his breath, he hands 

Him back all his fiefs and lands, 

And more presents than I will say. 

The lady, now, they expell 

From that realm, from that time forward. 

He goes with her, as well, 

For whom she betrayed her lord. 

She had plenty of children; grown, 

They were, all of them, quite well-known, 

By their looks, their facial assembly: 

More than one woman of that family 

Was born without a nose to blow,7 

And lived denosed. It's true! It's so!

The adventure you have heard 

Is true--don't doubt a single word. 

Of Bisclavret they made the lay, 

To remember, forever and a day. 


 1In the introduction, Marie juxtaposes, but distinguishes, the historical action recorded by songs (the activities of real werewolves) and the action of making the songs or stories. Compare the beginning of Equitan, which seems to be going to tell us how noble the deeds of the Bretons were, but ends up praising their lais rather than their actions. In introducing Bisclavret, Marie is, again, seriously teasing the reader: what terrible beasts these garwolves were! Cruel, wild man-eaters... who then can blame the wife in the story for not wanting to sleep with her husband? Yet Marie lightly dissociates the garwolf myth from her own tale ("now I will drop this matter, because I want to tell you the story of Bisclavret"). As the story continues, the reader is forced to contras

t the wife's rejection of her husband for his beastliness with the king's admiration of the same creature for his humanity. The horror the garwolf arouses in the introduction turns out to be irrelevant to this tale, in which the real horror is the woman who betrays the man she has loved. 

 2 The verb "se despuille" is used ("undressed"); in lines 124, 268, and (as a rhyme word) 275, the noun "despuille" refers to Bisclavret's clothes (otherwise called "draps," linen). "Depouille" in modern French is a snake's sloughed skin, a trophy animal hide, or spoils, booty of war; a dead body is a "depouille mortelle." While the word always could refer to clothes, it certainly seems the ideal word to suggest clothes as both a unit, like skin itself, and clothes as the precious social identity that allows a man to be recognized as a man. 

 3 At first, I use "it" to refer to the werewolf as seen by the king; at the point when the lady's husband enters the picture, I return to the masculine pronoun. In French, and therefore in Marie ’s text,, there is no neuter pronoun; the King refers to Bisclavret as "la bête" (feminine) and so uses feminine pronouns, while Marie calls him "Le Bisclavret" (masculine) and uses masculine pronouns. Later, the King's adviser uses the feminine word "beste" but continues to use the masculine pronoun for Bisclavret. So my “it” corresponds to Marie ’s “she.” 

 4As so often in the Lais, the antecedents for subject and object pronouns of the same gender can often be distinguished only by using common sense: "He feared him" must be the knight fearing Bisclavret, while "He hated him" is Bisclavret hating the knight. 

 5 It's not clear how the words "en destreit" ("in torture") and "destresce" ("suffering, pain," lines 264-65) should be taken; is it a matter of merely arresting the wife and questioning her, or of administering some form of physical torture? In line 264, she is put to "mut grant destresce," which suggests that there are degrees of unpleasantness in whatever "destresce" is. "They grilled her" might be the closest possible sense.... 6 In line 279, "in front of his nose" is my addition to Marie's "devant lui" (“in front of him”); rhyming "nose" and "clothes" was just too tempting 

 7 Similarly, "born without a nose to blow" is silly, but Marie's C'est verite, senz nes sunt nees et si viveient esnasees is sillier. 

Bisclavret by Marie de France loup garou werewolf

Bisclavret by Marie de France loup garou werewolf

Loup garou bal goula by: willie deville lyrics werewolves

 'Loup Garou Bal Goula'
'Loup Garou Bal Goula'
'Loup Garou Bal Goula'
'Loup Garou Bal Goula' ...

Come with me through the doors of a Bayou barroom
There's a place God's angels don't go
Satan wolves all loom large
Over creatures only mad men know
It's Louisiana guard dog's nightmare
Cajuns don't say his name
But they say looks just like a rabid dog
And he walks upright like a man.

Loup Garou Bal Goula
Loup Garou
Du bon temps danse près du feu ce soir.

Black snake swim through the water
See Spanish moss gently sway
Moon hangs yellow like a big gold coin
In the distance you can hear them sing
Shhh! See them playing on a big bass drum
It's made out of coon skin hide
Shhh! Shhh! See them shaking rattles full of human teeth
Shaking them out of time.

Sing child
Loup Garou Bal Goula
Loup Garou Bal Goula
Loup Garou Bal Goula
Loup Garou
Du bon temps danse près du feu ce soir.

Loup Garou Bal Goula
Du bon temps danse près du feu ce soir, ce soir.

Loup Garou Bal Goula
Loup Garou Bal Goula
Du bon temps danse près du feu ce soir, ce soir. 



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