It’s All My Fault.

I blame myself for this whole debacle.

Back in 2014, Milo reached out and begged me for a job, right as we were starting up Breitbart London. I made the mistake of giving him a chance. That’s where his entire life on the right began.

His “Kernel Mag” (a tech blog in East London) had just gone tits up, but he had a flair for the acerbic and for noticing.

Also, I was desperate for columnists.

But within WEEKS, he was emailing the U.S. bosses demanding MY job, and claiming he could do it better. He was rebuffed, of course. I remember one email he got from Bannon calling him “marginalia” and saying he wishes he could edit like me. Bannon forwarded it on to me for a chuckle. He could be cruel like that. But I enjoyed the banter.

Milo went on to insert himself in every room and relationship in the company until he finally got what he wanted: his own staff and his own “Tech” vertical on the site. As a senior editor, however, I could see what this was really all about. He wasn’t writing his own columns. He had staff draft them and leave “[INSERT MILOISM]” prompts for him to come in and top and tail the articles.

I could see it all live in the site’s back end.

Then came the money, as Rebekah Mercer and others shelled out MILLIONS to tour him around the U.S. as some kind of conservative firebrand, which I knew he wasn’t.

I felt so ashamed of everything to do with him that when the story about his excuses for priestly pederasty finally got aired in 2017, I was the first to tell the company bosses: he has to go.

And so he went, and I hoped that would be the last of him. But once again, he minced into the arms of the unsuspecting: first Laura Loomer, then Marjorie Taylor Greene, and finally, Kanye West.

Some time last year, he began tweeting about me again, making all kinds of lurid and false accusations, just months after he had dined at my DC restaurant Butterworth’s, and lauded its beauty on his X account.

But as he was needlessly abusing me again, his own fate was being sealed. A friend close to the Department for Homeland Security (DHS) reached out and let me know: “Milo has been living in the US illegally.”

I was shocked, though I suppose I ought not to have been. A source close to the State Department confirmed it when I enquired, and so began his deportation saga.

For those who haven’t followed along: it appears that not only was he publicly lying about his immigration status in the United States, but that he even missed court proceedings on the matter.

Finally, I got word last month that he was about to be deported. On Thursday night, I got a call. As overly dramatic as it may seem.

“We got him. In Louisiana.”

And yet, of course, he’s certain to resurface in Britain shortly. Perhaps as an advisor to Rupert Lowe, or perhaps as a contestant on some third-tier reality TV show.

To America, I say my apologies. For all of it. And to Britain, in advance of his return… my apologies. For all of it.