If you’ve ever donated to Tommy Robinson, the British free speech and anti-Islamist activist dubbed the “backbone” of Britain by Steve Bannon, there’s a fair chance your money didn’t end up paying for his tour bus or security guards, but was instead diverted to pay for champagne-fueled gay soirées in some of London’s most expensive zip codes. The culprits? A homosexual couple who produced both of Lauren Southern’s documentary films, and who last month released their own movie, You Can’t Watch This, about free speech.
More than a dozen former coworkers, friends and acquaintances say Caolan Robertson and George Llewelyn-John bragged to them about these and other betrayals, thefts, frauds and sabotages, including a secret, years-long collaboration with a George Soros-funded far-Left activist group that endangered the lives of Gavin McInnes, this reporter and Tommy himself. Leaked documents, revealed here for the first time, confirm many of the claims. We found that the pair:
‣ Stole Bitcoin worth $20,000 from Tommy Robinson, while the activist was in jail, to fund their jet-set lifestyle
‣ Booked a luxury Airbnb and bought six bottles of Dom Pérignon champagne on Tommy Robinson’s wife’s credit card
‣ Swapped camera equipment worth thousands of dollars for second-hand models they found on eBay
‣ Worked with Hope not Hate, an Antifa-affiliated far-Left organization, for years
‣ Defrauded Alex Jones with inflated expense claims
‣ Risked the life of Tommy Robinson by sharing his location with Hope not Hate
‣ Risked the life of Gavin McInnes by sharing his travel itinerary with the same group
‣ Circulated a fake “email leak” about Milo Yiannopoulos, doxing his husband—while being paid by Yiannopoulos’s tour operator for PR work
‣ Defrauded Lauren Southern with inflated invoices—while being paid by her to produce a documentary
‣ Defrauded rental companies by failing to return equipment and returning inferior models and broken units
‣ Made a fake rape claim against a far-Left activist
‣ Bragged about having TV shows canceled with bogus suicide threats
‣ Doctored their clients’ videos to embarrass them, including pitch shifting male voices upward
‣ Gloated about their exploits while showering far-Left activists with gifts, food and drinks at London’s most expensive hotels—paid for by the conservatives they were working with
‣ Shared their misdeeds with Lauren Southern, who laughed and egged them on
‣ Disavowed Southern and Robinson when we challenged them about their crimes, claiming they’d been ‘radicalized’ by the far right online
This story is the result of nearly a hundred telephone interviews and a forensic review of evidence provided in no less than five discrete leaks and document dumps. We found that while working on Southern’s film, Borderless, and while planning for You Can’t Watch This—which boasts appearances by Gavin McInnes, Alex Jones, Laura Loomer, Paul Joseph Watson and other conservative celebrities—Robertson and his boyfriend Llewelyn-John spread doctored emails about Right-wing media figures that led to damaging and bogus headlines. And, according to one former flatmate of the pair, at least one of the personalities in their free speech film, Gavin McInnes, was directly endangered when they shared his travel itinerary with Hope not Hate, a British far-Left campaigning group, akin to the Southern Poverty Law Center, which is linked to domestic terrorist groups such as Antifa.
While describing himself as “one of the most important figures on the right,” Caolan Robertson was simultaneously doxing and endangering bona fide right-wing celebrities. Lucy Brown, a former coworker and a former employee of Tommy Robinson’s, alleges that the pair regularly shared travel itineraries and other sensitive information with Hope not Hate. Leaked private messages from the organization’s chief executive support her claim. A photograph of McInnes at an airport check-in line, taken without his knowledge, first appeared in a Hope not Hate report, suggesting that the group knew exactly which flight he was booked on.
Those close to the pair say that their most recent full-time employer, Lauren Southern, knew about a lot of what they were up to—and even met with Hope not Hate herself. Former friends of the couple claim that Southern kept Robertson and Llewelyn-John on her payroll, even after she suspected they may have defrauded her to the tune of thousands of dollars. Astonishingly, she even allowed herself to be drawn in to their subterfuges. Southern met secretly with representatives of Hope not Hate, as leaked audio of a phone call with Tommy Robinson, published here for the first time, confirms.
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Hope not Hate has been called “extremist” and “violent” by Brexit Party leader Nigel Farage, though Farage was later forced to apologize, rather than face a libel lawsuit. But so dodgy is the group’s reputation that even its own chief executive is seen in private messages clarifying that threats to “retaliate” are meant “political[ly] … this should not be read to mean anything violent.” Hope not Hate, which was responsible for getting Pamela Geller and Robert Spencer banned from the U.K., regularly gloats about attacks on conservatives. But no one has been able to prove the links between them and violent groups—yet. A former Hope not Hate activist, Dan Hodges, describes it as using “every dirty, underhand, low down, unscrupulous trick in the book.”
Hope not Hate reacts with apoplexy, intimidation and legal threats any time its name is besmirched, because it relies on relationships with major broadcasters and newspapers to be effective. But the synergy between its researchers and unsavory street activists is an open secret. And Hope not Hate spends comparatively little time resisting violent racists and “extremism,” preferring to spend its time discrediting and endangering the lives of moderate but popular conservative media figures. Caolan Robertson, while on Tommy Robinson’s payroll, shared Tommy’s location in real time with Hope not Hate not once, but twice. Tommy was followed by Hope not Hate activists as a result.
According to testimony from former coworkers, Robertson and Llewelyn-John’s number one client, Tommy Robinson, discovered most of their wrongdoing when he came out of prison in September 2018 to discover that tens of thousands of dollars had been stolen. Tommy had previously heard rumors and observed character flaws, but offered the pair chance after chance to mend their ways. This story is the first time he has commented on the record about the couple’s misdeeds. He now acknowledges that they are beyond saving. “They’re fraudsters,” he bluntly admits, regretting that he gave the couple so many opportunities for redemption.
A lot of people want to get even with Robertson and Llewelyn-John, and more than a dozen shared what they know in telephone interviews. Many of the people we interviewed, some of whom are prominent media figures, were happy to pass along documents, audio recordings and screenshots of private conversations, while asking not to be identified by name for fear of reprisals from the notoriously vindictive Robertson. After reviewing tranches of leaked documents and screenshots, footage, audio recordings and interviews, we present here, for the first time, an account not only of breathtaking disloyalty but also outright criminality from Robertson and Llewelyn-John. The question hanging over the pair’s misdeeds now is: How much did Lauren Southern know?
Rebels without a conscience
Most people, if they’ve heard the name Caolan Robertson at all, dimly recall some sort of bribery scandal involving Canadian media empire Rebel Media. Some time after the couple left Rebel under a cloud of intense scandal and gossip, Rebel founder Ezra Levant posted a jaw-dropping video, explaining what happened. Levant describes how the pair insinuated themselves into Tommy Robinson’s inner circle by providing him with better editing, lighting and direction for his YouTube videos. Levant, who employed Robinson at the time, began paying the pair a small stipend for their work, and the trio—Robinson, Robertson and Llewelyn-John—became the de facto London bureau of Rebel Media.
Shocking footage of the blackmailing of Ezra Levant by Caolan Robertson and George Llewelyn John
Robertson was hired full-time by Levant after claiming he’d been fired from his previous job for appearing in public with Tommy Robinson. But Levant says he didn’t do the usual checks on new employees: He saw an enthusiastic, talented young guy who was doing polished work, and took a chance on him. He did the same with Llewelyn-John: No interview, no background check. He now bitterly regrets the punt. “I think their Achilles heel is financial fraud,” he responded by text message when asked to comment on his experiences. “Padded invoices, false invoices, and so on. But it would take [one of] their victims … to move against them.”
‘I think their Achilles heel is financial fraud’
Levant says the warning signs began almost immediately after he’d hired the pair, with “panicky calls in the middle of the night asking for us to immediately advance them £150 ($190) or £300 ($380) by PayPal, to cover strange expenses, like asking for cash to pay for Ubers. Ubers don’t take cash. On top of their full-time salaries, Levant even gifted the men £1,800 ($2,200) so they could move into a more comfortable apartment after he saw their “squalid” flat in the suburbs. According to Levant, Robertson spent the money on a luxury holiday instead, and, when he got back, the pair were facing homelessness. So Levant gave them another £3,500 ($4,500). He says he also bought them computers and cell phones. “They were always asking for cash, always in a panic,” he recalls.
Eventually, the relationship fell apart, because the pair were moonlighting, doing other jobs on company time and missing bookings because they had arguments and wouldn’t leave their apartment. A contemporaneous flatmate says they often failed to emerge from their hibernacle because they were drinking and arguing. Levant eventually flew a representative over to put an end to things. But Robertson and Llewelyn-John demanded thousands of pounds in severance, which the representative advised Levant to pay “to make some problems go away.” When the severance papers came back, Robertson and Llewelyn-John had scrawled additional demands on them, such as, “Plus $6,000 for rent.” Levant paid up, hoping it was the last he’d hear from them.
It soon emerged that the pair were planning to set up their own media company, launching it off the back of scandal by claiming that they had “quit” Rebel Media over “ethical concerns.” “Caolan and George threatened to say we were pocketing [donors’] money,” Levant revealed. They also, most disturbingly, said they had video footage of Tommy Robinson confessing to an assault, and that they would release it unless they were paid even more money. Levant signed another contract to buy their silence, for Tommy’s sake, without finding out if the footage even existed. Levant and Tommy Robinson both contributed to the settlement. The footage, since released, was of a minor, insignificant public altercation.
And then the couple announced that they were proceeding with the release of the footage anyway, having secretly recorded every conversation they’d had with Levant and Tommy Robinson up to that point—including conversations concerning what Levant not unreasonably termed “hush money.” That was the final straw for the Rebel founder, who sought legal advice and released a statement before the pair could leak whatever dirt they’d concocted from their covert recordings. Robertson’s retaliatory video, in which he accuses Levant of misdirecting donor funds, garnered over 330,000 views on YouTube.
Help us defend ourselves and build an ethical media channel, donate here: https://goo.gl/YZwd3B First off, I’d like to make it clear that this has nothing to do with Tommy Robinson. Tommy is a friend and a total innocent. There’s no way he could have known what we have uncovered.
Ezra Levant has a reputation for being difficult to deal with, but he is an earnest man whose critics admit he may be tough but he is a fair dealer. Leaked emails show Robertson offering damaging information about Rebel Media to Left-wing journalists in retaliation for Levant putting an end to the shakedown. Leaked emails from August 2017 show Robertson in contact with Canadian journalist Sean Craig. He is asked by Craig to expand on his allegations that Rebel Media was being investigated by “regulatory authorities” and that Ezra Levant “wanted to make someone commit suicide with a lawsuit.” Robertson exchanged 63 emails with Craig, just one of the reporters he courted, begging anyone with a byline to write something negative about Rebel Media.
This extraordinary series of events was widely covered by YouTubers and the conservative press. Lauren Southern, as a former Rebel Media contributor herself, knew about all of it before she hired Robertson and Llewelyn-John as her full-time video producers. And, of course, Tommy Robinson knew about it all too—though he could have no idea at the time just how depraved the couple’s behavior was to become. At the time of the dispute, Tommy Robinson posted a video to reassure donors that Rebel Media was indeed behaving appropriately with funds and hoped that the drama would blow over.
‘He has no morality’
During fact-checking, Robertson insisted that he was still employed by everyone who now says the pair stole from them. But that isn’t true. Tommy Robinson describes the pair as “fraudsters” and Robertson as having “no morality” and says he has no more projects planned with them. Robertson counters that Tommy is still sending them payments. Southern, meanwhile, has retired from public life and is no longer employing the couple either. You Can’t Watch This may have been funded by Alex Jones, but Jones wasn’t aware of the vast majority of allegations swirling around the pair until approached in the run-up to this story. As far as we could tell, the pair have no paid work on the horizon.
Yet it remains true that Tommy Robinson and Lauren Southern both employed Caolan Robertson and George Llewelyn-John knowing they were accused of stealing money from their previous employer, and that Levant had publicly alleged that they had extorted him for ever-larger sums long after they left the company. It was only thanks to their close relationships with Tommy Robinson and Lauren Southern that other conservatives granted the pair access and interviews. Tommy kept the boys around for too long, hoping they would change. But Lauren Southern’s relationship with the pair was especially close and lasted until May 2019. Not only did she live with Robertson and Llewelyn-John in London for a time, but Llewelyn-John wrote the majority of the script for Borderless, as well as Southern’s speech at the European Union.
Southern, famously, writes very little of her own material, and has often embarked on sexual liaisons with men who have helped her with video scripts or notes for her content. While giving speeches about the “trad life,” which typically refers to fidelity in same-race nuclear families, Southern was, in the indelicate words of one major YouTuber, “throwing herself around what seemed like the entire conservative movement in exchange for help with her writing.” We approached four of the men she has been linked to romantically, each of them a prominent Right-wing media figure in a position to help Southern succeed professionally. All four begged not to be named in this story.
An early example of the Southern sex-for-ghostwriting phenomenon is Breitbart reporter Allum Bokhari, with whom Southern began a short sexual relationship in Los Angeles in late 2015. She cut off contact in typically abrupt fashion, leaving Bokhari heartbroken for over a year, during which time associates of hers made embarrassing secret recordings of Bokhari as leverage, in case he ever considered revealing their intimate encounters. This author acquired copies of those recordings at the time, and retains them to this day. There is no suggestion that Southern and Llewelyn-John, who used to identify as transgender, had a physical relationship.
If Robertson and Llewelyn-John were still being employed by Southern, Tommy Robinson and others, this would indeed represent a powerful defense against the accusations they face constantly from friends and former co-workers and clients. But everyone except Robertson himself denies that this is the case. Southern and Tommy Robinson have no plans to work with the pair ever again. Laura Loomer cancelled a slated project with the couple when made aware of the contents of this report ahead of publication. Still, the bad smell will not dissipate, partly because even those who describe themselves as “reserving judgment,” or who have not been personally touched by wrongdoing, are stunned by examples of Robertson’s petty and vindictive behavior. One leaked WhatsApp message shows Robertson complaining that his administrative access to Tommy Robinson’s YouTube account had been withdrawn after he posted Islamic Relief donation links under Tommy’s videos, in a minor form of retaliation after a falling-out. This isn’t how conservative media figures want their staff behaving, given the levels of scrutiny under which Right-wing commentators operate.
Young moolah, baby
Leaked emails prove Robertson has been systematically ripping off his clients with outrageous upcharges on expenses while attempting to stay ahead of chaotic personal finances and what Robertson has admitted is a “spending problem.” Lucy Brown says that when she lived with Robertson, “He would go to the supermarket for milk and come home with a flat-screen TV.” That’s when Robertson and Llewelyn-John aren’t using other people’s credit cards, or outright stealing money.
Three sources close to Tommy Robinson confirm that not only did the pair steal Bitcoin worth $20,000 while Tommy was in jail, but they also lied to his wife to secure credit card details used to purchase six bottles of Dom Pérignon champagne, which costs several hundred dollars a bottle in the sort of upscale hotels and bars Robertson and Llewelyn are known to frequent. A favorite haunt of theirs is the five-star Dorchester hotel, at which, according to Brown, the pair lavished food and champagne on Hope not Hate activists—using Tommy’s money, and while Tommy was languishing in jail.
The pair also used Tommy’s wife’s credit card to book a luxury Airbnb in Pont Street, in London’s exclusive Knightsbridge district, home of Saudi princes and the world-famous Harrods department store. Tommy’s wife was told the luxury Airbnb was rented to film interviews. In fact, it was a party flat for the couple. The Airbnb was presented to InfoWars staff, visiting the U.K. to assess the viability of a London bureau, as Robertson’s home. In fact, Robertson and Llewelyn-John live in a small flat in Silsoe, a village of 1,700 people in Bedfordshire, fifty miles north of London.
According to an executed contract between the couple and Alex Jones, they were paid $46,000 in two installments to complete You Can’t Watch This. A first payment of $25,000 was made at the end of December 2018. That same week, Robertson applied to payday loans company Lending Stream for a short-term, high-interest loan. He was rejected. Less than two weeks after receiving $25,000, Robertson and Llewelyn-John wrote to InfoWars asking for more money. An additional $4,000 for supposedly “broken equipment.” At around the same time, on January 24, 2019, Llewelyn-John applied for a Vanquis credit card. Vanquis offers “manageable” credit limits for those seeking to rebuild or restore their credit. He was turned down.
On January 12, 2019, Robertson wrote to Alex Jones and two other InfoWars employees asking for early payments, claiming that they had spent over $1,000 on car hire. Yet, a contemporaneous receipt from Zest Car Rental shows a quote for just £261 ($330). Two hundred per cent surcharges are not unusual from the couple, assuming the expense claim is even legitimate. Robertson and Llewelyn-John tried to submit a number of personal travel expenses to Lauren Southern, claiming that they were incurred in the course of filming Borderless. Some, though not all, of these fraudulent claims were caught by Southern’s business manager or Southern herself. In an email on February 14, 2019, Southern challenged a request for reimbursement for flight tickets, stating simply: “This is not a Borderless expense.”
According to an invoice passed to us dated January 9, 2019, the pair were being paid £3,400 ($4,300) a month, yet were still charging Southern for personal stays at hotels in romantic destinations such as Calenzano in Florence, Italy, and for Uber journeys unrelated to their work. Over $10,000 in airplane tickets remained unaccounted for as we went to press, according to an email from Southern’s business manager dated June 5, 2019, in which the pair are asked to respond to long-overdue queries about expenses.
Leaked emails show that a string of payday lenders, such as 247Moneybox, have advanced loans to Robertson. Many of them have struggled to get repayments on their loans. Lowell Financial is an unsecured loan operator that functions as a “lender of last resort” for people who cannot get credit with traditional banks and cannot pay their debts, or those with cell phone or other utility bills that have gone into collections. On February 12, 2019, Robertson received an email from Lowell regarding an outstanding debt of £1,445.45 ($1,830), stating that Robertson’s most recent bank payment had been returned for insufficient funds.
The letter from Lowells suggests that this $1,830 debt is related to unpaid cell phone bills. At the same time Robertson was jetting around the world, swigging champagne and being paid tens of thousands of dollars by InfoWars and Lauren Southern for documentary films, his checking account was empty—and he continued to rack up debts and accrue late fees.
No one will say whether Robertson and Llewelyn-John were, or still are, accepting money from Hope not Hate, though there are plenty of rumors. But we do know they accepted hospitality and transport from the organization. On November 8, 2017, according to leaked emails, Robertson and Llewelyn-John received a pair of train tickets from Hope not Hate researcher Joe Mulhall, with instructions to meet at a restaurant on Euston Road, close to London St. Pancras railway station. Neither Hope not Hate nor Robertson would say what the meeting was about.
No honor among thieves
Robertson and Llewelyn haven’t just been ripping off Right-wing celebrities. A litany of petty forgery and thefts reveal themselves in leaked emails, from failure to return rental equipment to Fat Llama, a hire company in London, to bizarre and complicated schemes involving the return of swapped-out faulty equipment. Lucy Brown recalls: “Tommy had an Amazon wish list where people would pay for equipment. A lot of it was high-end, like a Canon 5D Mark IV camera. Caolan told me they kept the good stuff. When Tommy asked for it back, they bought cheaper versions online and gave him those.” The 5D Mark IV retails for just under $3,000.
Almost no nickel and dime is too humiliatingly trivial for the pair, whose emails even reveal a complaint made to an airport branch of Burger King about “poor service,” apparently in pursuit of a refund or gift voucher. A second equipment rental company, Stray Angel, is also seen pursuing the pair for unreturned equipment in an email dated February 13, 2019.
When we asked why Tommy Robinson, a hugely courageous and admired figure among populist, nationalist conservatives and for whom this author has given rally speeches, kept forgiving the pair, and giving them more chances, every person who knows him gave the same two-part answer: That Tommy has a kind, forgiving heart that has got him into trouble his whole life, and that the boys have been threatening him with exposés and betrayal since day one.
For a while, it seemed as though Robinson, Robertson and Llewelyn-John were bound to one another by the extent of damaging material they all had on each other, and the cataclysmic fallout potential should they ever again embark on a feud. As it turns out, Tommy Robinson was merely concerned for the safety of his family should Robertson decide to lash out. It is only now that the family has moved, to an address Robertson doesn’t know, that Tommy feels comfortable going on the record.
The last time the trio fell out, the result was Panodrama, a complex and confusing hour of television in which Robertson and Llewelyn-John were first revealed to have been working with Hope not Hate, and in which it is revealed that Robertson accused a Hope not Hate reporter, Joe Mulhall, of raping him after a night of drinking. Caolan Robertson can’t quite decide whether or not he was sexually assaulted by Mulhall, but it seems unlikely. His explanation changes dramatically, and often—especially if his boyfriend is in the room. When Hope not Hate threatens him with lawyers, Robertson insists the encounter was consensual. But, during interviews for this story, he-reiterated the claim, on the record, that Mulhall had performed a sex act on him without his consent, conceding that this constituted sexual assault or rape. It isn’t until fifteen minutes later into the fact-checking process that George’s voice can be heard in the background, feeding Robertson answers.
Leaked WhatsApp messages from 2018 show Robertson confiding in a friend: “I lied and called it rape because I didn’t want George to find out.” Hope not Hate is adamant it never happened, though the organization stops short of claiming there was no sexual activity at all. Chief executive Nick Lowles says, “The allegation is totally false and without any substance whatsoever. Caolan Roberston has himself denied the allegation on 13 separate occasions, by email, message and even a voice recording. Caolan Robertson has told us in writing that he felt pressured to make up the allegation. It was a scurrilous accusation made up by someone desperate to get himself out of a hole.”
While taking money from Tommy, Caolan Robertson was at the same time telling other political activists that Tommy Robinson’s Australian tour plans were a “scam,” designed to rip off ticket-holders in the near-certain event that Tommy failed to get an Australian visa. The plan, Robertson claimed, was to bankrupt the tour operating company and keep the cash. In leaked WhatsApp messages, Robertson suggests that Tommy is in on the scam.
As with so much of what Robertson says, it’s almost impossible to work out what’s true and what isn’t, and Robertson gives completely different answers every time you ask … until you get your hands on documentary evidence that proves he was making it all up. In this case, Tommy Robinson insisted on a signed agreement guaranteeing refunds to his Australian fans should he fail to secure a work visa—the precise opposite of what Robertson was spreading to anyone who would listen. A couple of claims like the one about tour fraud from a former business partner and chief video producer would be enough to do lasting and severe damage to Tommy’s reputation among his fans, whether they’re true or false. That’s what has made everyone around Tommy so reluctant to call out Robertson and Llewelyn-John, until now.
A lot of the pair’s worst behavior, including several in-person meetings with Hope not Hate, seemed to happen while they were filming Borderless with Lauren Southern in Europe. This has raised questions. “I refuse to believe Lauren didn’t know about everything they were doing,” says an acquaintance of Southern’s, who asked not to be identified because she provided this reporter with leaked documents. “They worked side by side for years. It’s not a coincidence they were working to damage all of her rivals. I can easily imagine her laughing along at the whole thing.” InfoWars editor and well-known YouTuber Paul Joseph Watson, who has known everyone involved for years, says: “I do find it dubious that Lauren, after palling around with them for over a year, knew nothing about it.”
“I’m not surprised about allegations of betrayal of those who considered her a friend and ally in the conservative movement,” added investigative reporter Laura Loomer, who has been following the controversy closely, and who says she was falsely accused of sexual assault by Southern. “I know to my cost how vindictive and malicious she can be when it comes to maligning her perceived competition. It’s a shame that her quest for fame and fortune overrode loyalty to those who facilitated the rise in her career.”
“It stretches credulity to its absolute upper limits that Lauren didn’t know or care what they were doing,” Faith Goldy, a journalist and mayoral candidate who used to be close friends with Southern, wrote to a friend in May, in text messages provided to this publication by a third party. Goldy did not return a request for comment, but the implication of her private correspondence is clear: Southern was in on it. Another person, a former friend of Southern’s, was more direct. “Trust me, she knew about everything. Why do you think she’s quitting journalism? Who retires at 26? Her ‘retirement’ isn’t about making babies. It’s about dodging bullets.”
Lauren Southern, whose real name is Lauren Simonsen, categorically denies everything. “I would never support doxing and I would never support hurting other conservatives,” she says. “If I had known about this, I would have done something.” Robertson remembers it differently, or so he says. He claims that he discussed his “projects” and “operations” with Southern and that she enjoyed being informed about them, and even provided suggestions as to whom they might “hit next.” Southern insists that all she was ever told by Robertson and Llewelyn-John was that they were being “blackmailed” by Hope not Hate and feeding the activist group false information to “placate” them.
‘I refuse to believe Lauren didn’t know about everything’
When she found out some time in 2018 that the pair were in constant contact with the Left-wing activist group, Southern says she told them: “I think it’s bad idea, but as long as you’re giving fake information, I’m not your mother.” Southern says she never knew, and did not ask, any more than that, though she admits she knew the pair were meeting Hope not Hate in Italy while the three were filming Borderless on location. She insists that she knew nothing of Robertson endangering Gavin McInnes or spreading forged documents about this author until asked about both cases immediately before publication, though she admits she knew that Robertson and Llewelyn-John were meeting Hope not Hate.
Yet others say she has been working with the couple since day one to get around her own non-disclosure agreement with Rebel Media, to badmouth Ezra Levant, and because she found the pair’s antics “funny and edgy.” The truth of some of these claims may ultimately be impossible to determine, but almost nobody believes that their employers were ignorant of the perpetual air of scandal, or that they truly knew nothing about what was going on. Tommy Robinson, at least, after giving the pair a dozen or more chances at redemption, has had enough. “Caolan wouldn’t be in conservative media without the money,” says Tommy. The more you dig into Caolan Robertson’s personality and past, the more true that statement appears to be.
Loquacious while lubricated
I have never met Caolan Robertson sober. He flew to Miami in April 2018, to record an episode of The Milo Show. When the cameras started rolling, he gushed about his crush on Tommy Robinson, and I caught a whiff of liquor. I took him for supper afterwards, during which he downed cocktails and red wine, as I struggled to keep up with his drinking. Robertson spent two days in Miami, fretting to me about his weight gain and asking for workout advice.
On first meeting, Caolan is charming and insouciant. He gossips incautiously about anyone and everyone and asks lots of prurient questions, which makes for gripping dinner conversation. You wouldn’t notice, until the second or third day, his tells. He struggles to make eye contact for any length of time, and careens abruptly between halting physical affection and studied nonchalance after three or four drinks. He’s an ultracrepidarian, holding forth on subjects of which he has little to no knowledge or intellectual curiosity. But I can see why people enjoy his company. A bottle of booze is all it takes, and you get hours of salacious, loose-lipped gossip about anyone and everyone.
As he got progressively more inebriated over a seafood platter at the Trump Doral golf course the day after the dinner, he confided that he did not have sex with his boyfriend George more than once a year, and described himself as an alcoholic. I had already figured out at least one of those facts. A dysfunctional picture was emerging. The more Robertson drinks, the more he begins to brag about his sabotages and insider status. With each gulp, his inner egomaniac, amoral and gloating, further asserts itself. My editorial assistant, whom Robertson did not know was also in the restaurant with us, made recordings of our conversations. It was obvious to all of us that Robertson was unstable and untrustworthy. “Textbook sociopath,” concluded my producer. “Watch yourself and watch everything you say.”
‘Textbook sociopath,’ concluded my producer. ‘Be careful.’
If you’re wondering how Caolan Robertson ended up this way, there are some clues lurking on the internet. In footage released by British broadcaster Channel 4 in April 2014, as part of a show about young people in debt, Robertson says: “I’ve never been one of those people who go on about, oh, I’m born to be a star, or anything like that, that’s really cringey. I just like to be around people with money and have loads of fun.” He pauses, before adding: “We haven’t had champagne in, like, three days. It’s horrendous. I’m starting to get withdrawal symptoms.”
Robertson, who was a student at the time, goes on to brazenly describe his lust for fame and how he borrowed thousands of pounds to shoot an online reality show about himself and his friends partying in “five star hotels, pools, restaurants and bars” in various northern British cities. “The way that I paid for all the hotels and all the luxury lifestyle stuff was just through, like, other people’s money, through credit card companies, loans, payday loans and stuff like that,” Robertson divulges. “I’m in, like, £5,000 ($6,400) worth of debt. £5,000 isn’t really that much anyway. We made the most of it.”
taken from a documentary shown on channel 4 in the UK on 14 april 2014
The camera cuts to a picture of Robertson posing with a Louis Vuitton bag. “It doesn’t really matter. At the end of the day, I got the money out, I spent it, and we had a really fun time … Who cares?”
It’s unlikely, say friends, that Robertson and Llewelyn-John produce conservative content as a smokescreen to mask covert Left-wing sabotage operation. “It’s not that strategic. I think Caolan just craves the attention,” said one former friend, who asked not to be named. “With all the drink and flying all around the world, I think he just lost control of himself. It’s all right there in those videos from his college days. He’s never stopped behaving like it. It’s pathological.”
Early footage of Robertson styling himself as an online celebrity is excruciating to watch—even for him. “I was a terrible person,” he admits. “Really arrogant.” When his online popularity began to fizzle as his looks faded, he looked for someone with more sustainable star power to keep him peripheral to fame. “I was just really angry and bitter and being an absolute fucking cunt to everyone,” Robertson confessed when asked about why so many people regard him with deep suspicion. “That’s why people don’t like me and why there are so many rumors about me.” That didn’t stop him from pulling out all the stops to woo Tommy Robinson.
‘It’s all right there in those videos from his college days. He’s never stopped behaving like it.’
Robertson’s recent media appearances are a far cry from the slim, boyish good looks the video producer hoped would propel him into lasting internet fame. These days, he’s fidgety, impatient and looks uncomfortable in his own skin, which is under increasing pressure from rapidly acquired Kummerspeck. When I met him in 2018, the decline was already setting in. He was careful with camera angles to hide his freshly-acquired jowls. Despite the ferocious Miami heat, he wore loose, shapeless hoodies and refused to take them off, even as his forehead glistened with sweat. These days, he can’t hide the ravages of half a decade of heavy boozing.
But one thing that hasn’t changed is Robertson’s taste for the finer things in life—so long as someone else is paying. Investigative journalist Laura Loomer met Robertson in January 2019 about a potential filming project. She says Robertson kept pushing her to book a more expensive restaurant, and, when they got there, ordered bottles of champagne and expected her to cover the $800 check. “He kept pressuring me to drink, saying, ‘It’s hard to trust people who don’t drink,'” she remembers. “I said, too fucking bad.”
Loomer insisted that they split the bill, whereupon Robertson turned to the table next to them and proceeded to invent an outlandish yarn out of nowhere. “He told them a sob story about how he and his husband were getting a divorce,” Loomer recalls. He told them he thought George would kill himself and they felt bad for him so they kept buying him drinks. It was so fucking weird. He was lying right in front of my face, telling the couple he had a condo on Wall Street when we were staying at a local Hilton.” Loomer said that’s when she got up and left in disgust.
The three enduring mysteries of Robertson and Llewelyn-John’s bewildering adventures in conservative media are, firstly, how impressive their documentary work has been, produced at the same time Robertson was inflating invoices, nicking out of people’s wallets and, of course, sabotaging the careers of Right-wing celebrities and endangering their lives by passing security itineraries on to far-Left activists known to co-ordinate with domestic terrorists, secondly, why they bite every hand that tries to feed them, and, thirdly, how on earth they’ve got away for it for so long without being exposed. “They’re not exactly subtle,” says a British journalist familiar with the Tommy Robinson entourage. “A few drinks and Caolan turns into a different person. They’re not even trying to hide it at this point.”
The pair seem to have got away with murder off the back of George’s editing ability, with Robertson—described by Lauren Southern with comic understatement as “definitely not perfect”—a cost of doing business. “That’s George, lots of talent,” says Ezra Levant in his infamous blackmail revelation video. People who have worked alongside Robertson say his boyfriend is the one with the artistic ability, while Robertson is the boozy schmoozer. The consensus is that George is the talent, and people put up with Caolan, despite his obvious personality problems, to get the goods from George.
The consensus is that George is the talent, and people put up with Caolan.
“Yeah, that’s true,” says Robertson, in a rare unguarded moment during our interviews. And then, as abruptly as the sincerity arrives, it vanishes again. Even with his professional image and future on the line, he can’t resist undermining himself with a petty jab at another gay man. “Like Dave Rubin being fired from The Young Turks, and they wanted to keep his husband.” One of Robertson’s interview subjects now refers to him as “an unmitigated piece of shit,” and won’t take his calls, after becoming sickened by endless gossip and barbs directed at mutual friends. In one private message leaked to us, Robertson describes popular anti-feminist, free-speech YouTuber and UKIP MEP candidate Carl Benjamin as “YouTube’s David Brent.” That’s on the milder end of his remarks about fellow Right-wingers, most of which contain allegations so outrageous and potentially career-destroying that it would be irresponsible to print them.
Robertson’s inability to maintain any relationship that does not involve money has left a lasting stain. Although Hope not Hate declined to comment on the record for this story, it is understood that Robertson and Llewelyn-John’s co-operation with the campaigning organization may have started when Hope not Hate reached out to them offering to help them restore their reputations by turning on Tommy. Rumors abound as to the fruits of this longstanding partnership, but witnesses and former friends say many of Tommy’s missteps and failures can be traced back to the couple, including the denial of his U.S. visa application.
Former flatmate and coworker Lucy Brown says Robertson bragged to her over dinner that he had helped Hope not Hate get Tommy’s PayPal account shut down, and that he took the Hope not Hate team to the Dorchester and promised to help them destroy Robinson, buying them champagne with Robinson’s money. She also suggests that at various times Hope not Hate’s Joe Mulhall was sexually attracted to Llewelyn-John, but that it was Robertson who initiated sexual congress with him. Brown is also responsible for circulating evidence that Llewelyn-John, who suffers from gender dysphoria, used language such as “paki,” “sand nigger” and “monkey” on Facebook as recently as 2015. Asked about this, Robertson laughed it off: “I’ve used all those myself. Everyone on the Right talks like that, don’t they?”
Robertson counters that Brown, too, was working with Hope not Hate, spitting out dozens of wild, unsubstantiated claims about Tommy Robinson’s private life. Robertson says that Brown provided more information to Hope not Hate than he ever has. “You should talk about the self-harm, the suicide attempts and the mental illness,” he adds. “She has an array of extremely crippling mental disorders. That’s not me trying to discredit her.” Robertson provided a copy of an Instagram story in which Brown, posing next to a flipchart, tears a page off with a red swastika drawn on it. Brown says she was offered £3,000 ($3,800) to turn on Tommy and give a tell-all exposé to the press. She turned down the money.
Lucy Brown says she smelt a rat soon into her time living with the couple. “The way they talked about Tommy’s supporters being scum didn’t sit right with me,” she remembers. “And there’s a horrible, sadistic side to [Robertson]. He used to get drunk and tell me about the rape videos he watched online, and he said he liked videos of snakes eating hamsters—especially, he said, the moment the hamster goes limp.”
Robertson was challenged about his longstanding partnership with the Antifa-linked Hope not Hate, Robertson famously claimed its activists were blackmailing him and threatening him with jail time. But he can’t explain why he didn’t hire a lawyer or go to the authorities or the media. “It seems pretty obvious what was going on,” says a coworker. “The blackmail thing was a panicky lie. They were playing both sides.” There is no evidence that the couple took payments from Hope not Hate, although they admit that the organization has paid for train tickets for them in the past. But an off-key Sky News interview in January 2019, in which Robertson disavows previous comments about Muslims, is said to be part of Hope not Hate’s attempt to rehabilitate the pair as compensation for material supplied about Tommy Robinson.
“They will knowingly cheat, lie and steal from their colleagues and peers to get ahead,” reads a dossier that has been circulating for the past few months about the pair, written by Lucy Brown, backed up by screenshots of text, Facebook and WhatsApp messages corroborating its claims. “They spread vicious rumors about others to discredit them and they operate by getting people drunk and compromised and promising to help their careers by offering their skills as documentary filmmakers.”
The couple seems to enjoy chaos for its own nihilistic sake, which may explain why they have been setting explosives underneath people on their own side. In one leaked WhatsApp message, Robertson claims to have had a week’s run of the popular cooking competition show Come Dine With Me cancelled because he told producers he would commit suicide if they revealed that he had been drunk and had purchased his competition entry from a local restaurant.
If Robertson brings anything positive into his relationship, it’s his ability to keep the con rolling with a steady succession of marks. “I put a bit of money in,” confirmed Alex Jones over the telephone from his home in Texas, when I asked him whether he’d invested in You Can’t Watch This. “I think I met them once when they came down here. Maybe twice. But I didn’t know about the stuff you’re telling me until this phone call.” InfoWars executives had severe misgivings after viewing footage of Robertson on YouTube bragging about his debts, but it was eventually decided to give the pair a chance. But Jones described himself as shocked to hear the pair had been in cahoots with Hope not Hate.
“We were all suspicious of them snooping around, looking for compromising material,” says one employee of a large American media company Robertson and Llewelyn-John visited to ask for money. “At that time, it was known that they had stolen money from Tommy and we knew that Nigel Farage won’t be in the same room as them.” A source close to Farage says he was uncomfortable seeing them at a drinks party in London and stressed that he had agreed to appear not knowing they would be attending.
A filming project with Farage was once cancelled after he found out that Robertson and Llewelyn-John were on the team. “Farage’s people were categorical in not wanting to have anything to do with them,” said the producer in charge of the project. InfoWars’ Paul Joseph Watson was not part of the production in question but had direct knowledge of events, and confirmed that Farage considered the pair an absolute no-go. “They were all set up to film and Farage was informed of who they were and immediately bailed,” says Watson.
They did it to me
I have been personally affected by Robertson and Llewelyn-John’s manipulations, but I have always resisted spelling out the details. It can be dangerous for conservative media figures to admit the full extent of activist maneuvers against them. You risk drawing further attention to doxes, or encouraging copycat behavior. But in the interest of explaining just how dangerous such treachery can be, against the advice of my lawyers and in consultation with my loved ones, I’ve decided to take the risk now, even though it may expose my family to even more danger than Robertson already has.
This is what happened to me. Caolan Robertson forwarded a link to a batch of documents, purporting to be leaked emails between me and my former Australian tour operators, to Hope not Hate and the Guardian newspaper. The documents were a blend of real emails and forgeries, designed to humiliate me and damage my business, containing bizarre and preposterous claims that don’t survive a basic common sense test, yet were repeated by journalists and have now become part of the record.
Nothing about these outrageous, fake allegations passes the sniff test, but as we all know, no reporter gives a damn when there’s a Trump supporter who can be endangered or embarrassed. Especially when that Trump supporter is Milo Yiannopoulos. One forged email claimed that I was so broke I’d returned my wedding ring to Cartier, the jeweler. Cartier does not accept returns of worn, year-old wedding bands. And why would I return a band—the symbol of my love and devotion and fidelity to my husband—worth perhaps a thousand dollars when I was, at the time, wearing a pair of Tiffany stud earrings worth $30,000, one of two near-identical pairs I owned? None of it added up. But journalists ran it all anyway. Not a single one of them approached me for comment before publishing their stories.
There’s no reason to suppose that these leaked documents would ever have made it to the mainstream press without Robertson’s intervention. They had been posted on the website of an obscure Australian ethno-nationalist, presumably the person responsible for the fabrications, and while they had attracted a couple of tweets and a single post on an obscure Left-wing gay blog, no reporters had shown any interest in the leaked emails.
After Robertson sent them to Hope not Hate, however, the requests for comment began pouring in—and my husband’s full name, which I have gone to enormous lengths to protect, began to appear in stories on national newspaper and news channel websites. Even worse, photographs of my stepson, a minor, appeared on the internet and were retweeted by Antifa chapters in America. Let me re-state that with crystal clarity: Robertson placed my 16-year-old stepson directly in the crosshairs of domestic terrorists who have vowed to murder me.
‘So clumsy. Fuck sake. I slipped!’
Robertson’s act of vandalism cost me money, too. Several investors pulled out of a planned venture, citing negative headlines about my precarious financial position. This happened despite the fact that journalists wrongly reported, on the basis of the doctored emails, that I was in millions of dollars’ worth of personal debt, based on what they read in the emails. For the record, I’m not. One of my businesses is in significant seven-figure distress, largely because my former donors, the billionaire Mercer family, abruptly pulled their support from both me and Steve Bannon in late 2017, just days before they were due to send a payment of $6 million to my management company. No business, in the course of scaling up a large workforce across several divisions, could have survived such a shock, and mine didn’t. But my personal exposure to debt was and remains zero.
After the international press picked up on the story, there was no correcting the narrative. It was now accepted fact that I was millions of dollars in debt. Shortly afterwards, Robertson sent a message to his coworker Lucy Brown, bragging about his exploits. He described me as his “side mission” and “project 2.” Southern denies that she was the one directing this mission, and Robertson won’t say who it was. “Notice how HNH we’re [sic] the first to break the story,” he wrote to Brown. “I got the documents about his debt … and accidentally forwarded them to someone. So clumsy. Fuck sake. I slipped!”
And the worst bit of it all—the reason the documents were accepted at face value so quickly? Robertson, at the precise time he shared forged documents with Hope not Hate and the Guardian, was himself on my Australian tour’s payroll, employed by my promoters to supply video ads to hype up the tour. In the same month he collected checks from Lauren Southern for working on Borderless and my Australian promoter for working on Ann and Milo Live, Robertson was distributing doctored emails that doxed my African-American family members and cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars in lost investments.
When challenged, Robertson claimed he had counted thirty-three news reports about the debt story dated before Hope not Hate and the Guardian leapt on the case. Challenged to produce one, he sent over a dateline that was in wrong timezone. All in all, his story changed five times before he eventually conceded that there had been no press coverage of the story until he poured gasoline on the fire by sharing the documents with Left-wing bloggers. Establishment reporters saw sense when I contacted them, and, thankfully, every mention of my husband’s name has since been scrubbed from their stories. Antifa activists have deleted or un-retweeted their posts about my family, perhaps seeing sense or maybe thanks to a series of reports I made to Twitter via my lawyers, which cost even more money. I moved house from the address contained in the leak to a different state, as a result of the stories.
When he reads this story and learns that his appalling and reckless behavior cost me so much money, Robertson will doubtless laugh. He has enthusiastically bragged to friends about his hand in the damaging headlines. As reluctant as I am to give him that satisfaction, I feel as though I have to. Readers should know what the little bastards were up to, so that these out-of-control saboteurs are never again given access to public figures. And, I have to admit, I still wonder how much Lauren Southern and Tommy Robinson knew about any of this—though of course they both deny hearing about it until we contacted them for comment. Southern says she has often laughed at jokes made at my expense, but that if she had heard about any of this she would not have been amused.
The rats panic
In the days leading up to the publication of this story, as requests for comment were circulating, panic set in throughout the conservative media ecosystem. Lauren Southern’s allies, including recently de-platformed Twitter reporter Nick Monroe, wrote in, claiming to possess exonerating evidence, and threatening to release damaging information if Southern was negatively implicated. Monroe, who represented himself as intermediary and spokesperson for Southern, then telephoned this reporter while intoxicated. Monroe is a friend of the masthead and has since apologized, explaining he was just defending a friend he believes has been very wronged.
When it became clear we would not be deterred from publication, Caolan Robertson began sending frantic private Twitter messages, emails and texts to the media figures in his documentaries, assuring them he wasn’t a “Leftist spy” and assuring them there was nothing to worry about in the coming “pretend drama.” The exercise didn’t work. Every participant in You Can’t Watch This spoke to us anyway, and the majority were remorseful about their participation, vowing never to give Robertson or Llewelyn-John access again. “Obviously, if I’d had any idea about the awful things these boys are accused of, I would never have appeared in their movie without getting to the bottom of things first,” Laura Loomer told us.
Lauren Southern and Tommy Robinson, more than most people, understand the physical and near-existential risk posed to conservative activists. They know how expensive, complicated and terrifying it can be to resist the open-borders agenda, political correctness on campuses, mass Muslim immigration and the progressive Left agenda generally. They have both put themselves in direct danger in Europe, reporting from the front lines of the Muslim invasion crisis. Southern is banned from the United Kingdom for the crime of distributing “Allah is Gay” leaflets. She is, by any metric, a heroic investigative reporter taking on the stories establishment media won’t. Her documentary, Borderless, is an impressive journalistic achievement. Yet, on June 3, barely two weeks after dropping the film, Southern announced she was retiring from public life. Tommy has, of course, spent time in prison for telling the truth about the British government’s laissez faire attitude to Muslim crime, including the decades-long systematic gang rape of young white girls.
Robertson’s petty vengefulness knows no bounds
Observers are confounded at how Lauren Southern continued to fund Robertson and Llewelyn-John, long after she was made aware that they were recklessly endangering conservative journalists and activists on both sides of the Atlantic. When Southern claims she failed to apologize or warn the victims of her employees’ machinations because they are “hard people to approach,” it’s impossible not to laugh. If it’s a question of loyalty, Southern and other former clients should know: Once dumped, Robertson’s petty vengefulness knows no bounds. Since Southern ended her working relationship with him, Robertson has been gleefully telling people how he “enhanced her ass” in the Borderless teaser trailer, and that Southern is really a socialist, like him, and obsessed with Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.
The alleged doctored derrière isn’t the only spiteful tomfoolery Robertson and Llewelyn-John have injected into their work. A former employee of Tommy Robinson’s says that in the first video the couple made for Tommy after he left prison, in which he reads fan letters he received while incarcerated, they pitch-shifted his voice upward to make him sound adenoidal. Robertson drunkenly bragged about “making Tommy sound like a chipmunk.” While Tommy was incarcerated, Robertson had appointed himself “spokesperson,” says Lucy Brown, “appearing on InfoWars pantomiming crisis talk about London falling to Muslim invaders and then hanging up and going back to drinking cocktails with Tommy’s money.”
Hate not Hope
Lauren Southern now says she met up with Hope not Hate staff merely “for a laugh,” though no one will disclose what they talked about. The last laugh in that situation, however, did not belong to her. Less than a year after her meeting with its research team, Hope not Hate was instrumental in having Southern booted off funding platform Patreon, a financial blow she would later privately describe as moving her to tears and as a complete destruction of her income.
If whispers around the London Buzzfeed offices are right, Southern’s protection of the couple might have come at an even heavier cost. At least one editor who covers politics at the new media company says she’s seen evidence that Robertson worked closely with Hope not Hate to get Southern’s U.K. visa denied, and that they did it out of pure spite. In a WhatsApp message dated March 9, 2019, Southern addresses the behavior of her former production team. “I obviously disagree with leaking stuff, I obviously disagree with working with HnH etc. That’s a given they’ve banned me from the Uk and Patreon – not a fan. But I’m personally just focused on big picture at the moment so whatever you’re working on best of luck … it’s just not what I want to get involved in.”
Is passive disagreement enough? Can Southern really just wash her hands of her own employees’ behavior, behavior of which half a dozen people say she was aware, when they were doing so much damage to her friends and political allies, and while they were being paid by her? She says her protocol is to simply not do business with people again if she learns they have stolen from her, and yet she continued to work with the couple every day for years, knowing they had robbed two previous employers. Was she a helpless victim of two abusive, dangerous sociopaths? In that case, now she’s free of their grip, why isn’t she speaking out?
Or are Southern’s skeptics, who say she’s up to her neck in it and feigning innocence, closer to the mark? “She’s Brutus, but poor,” is one conservative female journalist’s waspish assessment. This is the stench now poisoning Southern’s legacy as she leaves journalism for a quieter life—”burned out,” as Matt Drudge somewhat cruelly suggests. Southern says she is committing herself to a more peaceful, godly existence, focusing on her private life and further education. Before turning her mind to these spiritual matters, Southern might consider re-reading Edmund Burke, to whom the following phrase is usually attributed: “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.”
It might not be a coincidence that Southern’s most ferocious critics are all other women, but if she has somehow become the “self-serving, sabotaging bitch”—not our phrase—that other women in the conservative movement have always suspected, she has only herself to blame. Sent a list of twenty-five questions about their work with Southern, Robertson and Llewelyn-John, Hope not Hate refused to be drawn on specifics. Nick Lowles wrote, via email, “Hope not Hate has no intention of discussing publicly who gives us information, when they gave us information or about what.”
Resipiscence and redemption
As if to underscore the remarks made by Tommy Robinson about Robertson’s lack of commitment to conservative principles, immediately prior to the publication of this article, as a result of our fact-checking efforts and requests for comment, Caolan Robertson circulated a memo to select members of the press titled, “I was wrong,” in which he disavows his conservative beliefs, claims he was “radicalized” by online conservative content, quotes Lauren Southern as “rooting for” refugees on the Turkish border and says he looks back on his time with Tommy “and cringe[s].”“I want to tell my story,” Robertson pleads, “and warn of how easy it is to become radicalized by the far right online.” Sound familiar? It’s the exact same play he made when he left Rebel, claiming the moral high ground while defecating in the faces of anyone who ever gave him a chance.
We asked twenty U.K. journalists who regularly cover the British far-Right whether they had received the statement. None had, but at least four American reporters did, including writers from prestigious magazines such as Rolling Stone and the New Yorker, which suggests that the pair may have been planning to “do a geographic,” having poisoned the soil in their own country. None of the American reporters Robertson wrote to has taken up his offer. When we reached out to Robertson to comment, immediately before publication, we received the following audio message.
Leaked emails supplied to us show that Robertson’s ESTA visa waiver for the United States was recently cancelled. If he was in the United States to film You Can’t Watch This on an ESTA, this would represent a violation of Visa Waiver Program conditions, which forbid commercial activities. An email passed to this author between Robertson and InfoWars indicates that Robertson knew he was violating the terms of his ESTA. We reached out to Homeland Security via its tip hotline for more information.
The Department doesn’t typically comment on individuals, but confirmed that they had opened a case to investigate Robertson and Llewelyn-John, adding that it is unlikely they will be granted entry to the United States in the future if found to have knowingly violated the conditions of their waiver. We also shared private text messages with Homeland Security in which Robertson expresses his intention to covertly record visa interviews in the American embassy in London, which is strictly forbidden.
Two weeks ago, on May 18, 2019, according to another tranche of leaked emails, the couple registered productionfnetwork.com with GoDaddy—presumably in preparation whatever their next enterprise will be, now that they have alienated the entire conservative movement on two continents. But who would hire the pair now? In any case, Robertson and Llewelyn-John will find it difficult to reinvent themselves as moderates in a country they can’t even get into. You’re welcome, America. And conservative activists in Britain, too, can breathe a sigh of relief, with the couple now permanently out of circulation.
All emerging movements are prone to opportunism and grift as they mature and become more sophisticated at expelling bad actors. In the early days, upstart political movements are highly vulnerable to sabotage and infiltration. Populist, nationalist conservative media personalities with grit, sincerity and longevity—true believers, if you like—are few and far between. There are barely twenty of us in Britain and the United States combined. The cautionary tale of Caolan Robertson and George Llewelyn-John is significant because of the vertiginous rise of these chutney-punching hornswogglers and the free passes they were given because they appeared to carry the imprimatur of such highly respected figures as Lauren Southern and Tommy Robinson.
At such a critical moment in the emergence of a populist, nationalist consensus through the west in defiance of progressivism and globalist orthodoxy, it only takes one or two of these petty crooks to do lasting damage to our common goals. Already, Lauren Southern has retired from the front lines of politics, weary and deflated. The two most common rumors are that she has married a fifty-year-old surgeon sugar daddy with whom she is embarrassed to be photographed, or that she had a shotgun wedding to a black security guard whose baby she is expecting. Either way, the world has lost thirty years or more of her filmmaking. Gavin could have been killed. I could myself have withdrawn from public life if I could no longer guarantee my family’s safety.
Robertson and Llewelyn-John are classic mountebanks, flimflamming frauds clumsily lurching from scam to scam, taking ever-more horrendous risks with the personal safety of the stars whose orbits they have clawed their way into in a giddy, power-drunk and alcohol-fueled orgy of mischief and malice. They must never be allowed near conservative media stars again. They cannot be trusted with access to influential people, sensitive data or money. Our movement is too fragile, too precious and too necessary to the survival of Christian civilization. Good riddance.
Editor’s Note: Several instances of Llewelyn-John’s name have been corrected from an earlier misspelling.
Milo Yiannopoulos is an award-winning journalist and a New York Times bestselling author. He is Editor-at-Large of DANGEROUS.
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