“Kaleb” Jeffrey Art
Who They Are
Every society gets the kind of criminal it deserves. What is equally true is that every community gets the kind of law enforcement it insists on.
~Robert Kennedy
Putting my colleagues’ hypocrisy aside, the lawyers I worked with did teach me an extremely valuable lesson: in order to be a good public defender, I needed to be able to walk into a court of law, look a law enforcement officer or a federal prosecutor in the eye, and call him a liar to his face, if the evidence warranted it. Too often, people are afraid to contradict those in authority positions. And of course, the vast majority of law enforcement personnel and federal prosecutors are good people. But some aren’t—and some have absolutely no problem lying or twisting evidence in order to secure a conviction.
Ultimately, this taught me a lot about human nature, including lessons that helped me during my battles against the Deep State in Washington. I learned that when people think they are in the right, then they can always find a way to make the ends justify the means. If they have to lie, leak, cover up, or twist the truth to accomplish their mission, it often doesn’t matter as long as they are convinced their mission is righteous. I also learned that if people in authority face no consequences when they break the rules, then they will break the rules. Worse, when people are encouraged to break the rules, they will break them again and again. The lack of accountability breeds contempt for the law and incentivizes bad behavior. Frequently, people with power won’t do what is right when nobody is looking.
~Kash Pramod Patel
If you are a lonely, heterosexual, middle-aged woman, or a homosexual man of any age, and one of your pastimes is buying sex from male prostitutes, you may know “Kaleb” Art. He is a conman, drug dealer, stripper, and prostitute working in Las Vegas. The last time I spoke to him, he was working out of a Las Vegas strip club called Sapphire, where he would find and set up his marks and turn tricks.
(Buyer beware! Good Lord, have mercy! If his mother knew what he really did, I think she might die of shame. Ladies and gentlemen, if that is not already the most hilarious thing you have ever seen, when you approach him, have your camera recording, and ask him to spell “southern hospitality.”)
I met “Kaleb” when I was a child. I knew his mother, so I know him as Jeffrey Art. There was a time when I would have told you that he was like a brother to me. Now, every time I look in the mirror, and every time I think about him profiting from what he helped the foreign terrorist organization Ithziia Madrigal and Walid Maaliki are associated with do to me and my sister, it makes me sick. The shame I feel about Jeff helping the terrorist organization try to kill me and my sister with what the FBI refers to as a biological weapon is only eclipsed by the shame I feel about the involvement of the person I trusted more than anyone else.
Proverbs 13:20 says, “Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm.”
Of all the prostitutes and criminals involved in organized crime that took part in the crimes committed against me and my sister, Jeffrey was the only person that I knew with certainty was a prostitute and criminal before they hatched the plot against me. For years, I watched him laugh about the people he would criminally exploit for profit. Now I ask myself, if I had been smart enough to realize that he was not above committing the same crimes against me and my family that he committed against countless other victims, would my sister not have been maimed in the attempt they made on her life, and would she still be able to see?
Before Ithziia asked me to move to Los Angeles from Denver, Jeffrey “randomly”called me from Las Vegas and asked me if I could get him a kilogram of cocaine. My immediate reaction was that Jeffrey was just being himself. A dumb criminal. He knew I didn’t sell drugs and never had. As a matter of fact, when he asked me if I knew anyone who could get him a kilo of cocaine, the first person I thought of who could get me a kilo of cocaine was him.
Why was a Las Vegas prostitute and drug dealer asking someone he knew did not sell drugs to get him a kilogram of cocaine over an interstate cell phone call? I first hypothesized that he had conned his normal supplier, was in trouble, and was trying to buy his way out of it. Naively, even though I knew he often conned people for money, it never crossed my mind that someone I had known since I was 12 was setting me up.
That interstate phone call may have been the first time someone that Ithziia knew tried to get me to take part in a major felony through a narcotics deal, but it certainly would not be the last.
Had he not involved a couple of other people I grew up with, I may have never started asking the right questions and connecting the dots, but fortunately, he is not that smart.
His call about the kilogram of cocaine came directly after trips I had taken to Europe and Las Vegas with Ithziia. On the trip to Las Vegas, Jeffrey told me that someone else I grew up with told him that a mutual friend of ours had had an affair with my mother.
It is important to note here that what Jeffrey was told about my mother and my friend was a lie. Our mutual friend did not have an affair with my mother. For a very long time, I did not see the connection between Jeffrey asking me for that kilogram of cocaine and his telling me that someone told him our mutual friend had been involved in a long-term affair with my mother. Nevertheless, the two events were connected.
Jeffrey’s request that I traffic a kilogram of cocaine interstate was easy enough to write off. Jeffrey is a criminal and drug dealer, after all. The assertion that my friend and my mother had been involved in a long-running affair, not so much. Even after I learned it was a lie, it continued to bother me, because I could not understand why Jeffrey and another friend of mine would have conspired to tell me such a hurtful lie that only resulted in damaging my relationships with my mother and someone I grew up with. That is, until Ithziia told me that she had conspired to kill my sister with the help of a Mexican drug cartel, a Middle Eastern transnational criminal organization, and corrupt federal agents, all while they were also defrauding me. Only then did I begin to consider that damaging my relationships with my friends and my mother was their objective. They were conspiring, at the direction of others, to tell me those lies, and they were actively participating in, for profit, the federal fraud scheme being perpetrated against me.
Jeffrey was playing a part, and he did what he was paid to do, but making that accusation was definitely not his idea. Fabricating a narrative based on a lie involving several people to get an emotional reaction out of a mark to destroy personal relationships and prime another part of a layered federal criminal conspiracy/confidence scheme that plays out over months is the kind of operation that transnational criminal/terrorist organizations and/or intelligence agencies engage in. They are not the kind of cons that someone who still has problems with their letters and numbers is going to think up and execute on their own.
President Trump refers to this type of lie as “fake news.” In the media, you may hear terms like information/disinformation or propaganda thrown around. In the military or in federal agencies like the Department of Homeland Security, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the Central Intelligence Agency, you are more likely to hear those tactics termed as Intel/Counterintel (Intelligence/Counterintelligence**) or simply “tradecraft.”
This may or may not have been the first time I was subjected to this type of premeditated and complex psychological manipulation involving multiple participants engineered by individuals who were trained in said tactics and strategies, but it certainly would not be the last.
I have identified several of the criminals involved in transnational organized crime who were, without any doubt, involved in the federal fraud scheme I fell victim to, who participated in the attempts on both my life and my sister’s life, and who participated in the cover-up of the crimes. However, one question I still cannot answer is: who were the architects and engineers of the federal criminal conspiracy trained by the federal government who helped Ithziia premeditate, execute, and manage the series of federal crimes they committed against us? Ithziia can obviously answer this question, but so can “Kaleb” Jeffrey Art. At the very least, he can tell us who told him to ask me to get him a kilogram of cocaine.
Right now, today, I am not willing to say that I know for certain, but if you made me put donuts against dollars, I would wager the criminal who tasked Jeffrey with attempting to coerce, or perhaps the correct term is “entrap,” me into trafficking a kilo of cocaine interstate was a law enforcement officer and/or agent working for another department or agency of the federal government.
**Counterintelligence is an intelligence agency’s deepest mind game. It is not just figuring out the target’s next moves in advance and blocking them, it’s learning to think like the target.
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