Who will be the next leader of UKIP when Paul Nuttall is replaced? One woman who intends to lead the party is Mrs Caroline Stephens or is her name Mrs Caroline Tomlin? She seems to be deeply confused on the issue and so I will bring clarity to the matter in the public interest.
It is now common knowledge that I had a very steamy, intense affair with Caroline between October and December 2016 and which left both of us heartbroken because we could not spend the rest of our lives together.
But what people don’t know, is that after just one meeting, Caroline asked me to marry her but she was already married to a Mark Stephens with whom she occupies the same house in Chippenham. They lead separate lives and do not share the same bedroom.
After giving me this assurance in September last year, I responded to her constant flirting and began a relationship with the woman that models herself on “Queen Boudicea”.
At every opportunity, Caroline promotes the “Queen Boudicea” image to UKIP supporters and many of them have bought into the carefully woven concept. She loves the attention of men in particular but just uses them in power games because secretly she’s a man-hater who was once raped in her native Yorkshire because she was playing the same “prick tease” game and it backfired.
I do not condone rape of any description, it is a deplorable act but Caroline’s reputation in UKIP is “the prick tease” and this is what they call her behind the scenes. She is entirely responsible for this reputation because she has played these games with countless men in UKIP and is now embarrassed because her antics have finally surfaced.
Another cause of her man-hating power games is the fact that she had an affair with a married man and it ended in heartbreak when he dumped her to return to his wife for financial reasons. As a result, she now refuses to work with anyone born under the starsign of Leo because in her words “they’re all arrogant assholes.”
I did not know the foregoing facts before entering into the affair with Caroline but they soon came out and I quickly understood why she was ‘playing with fire’ whilst at the same time pretending to be the dutiful middle class housewife in suburban Wiltshire.
It was not until 6 November 2016 that I realised how unhappy she was in suburban Wiltshire. On the telephone she told me: “Sy, I want you to take me home love, I want to go back to Yorkshire where I was happy, I’ve never been happy here.”
We agreed to move to York in the future when her children had left school. After making love several times at a hotel on 5 November 2016 – when Caroline should have been at a Bruges Group meeting – we grew even closer. The following evening she said that she wanted me to make her pregnant, which led to the discussion about moving to York together.
I agreed to everything Caroline wanted and was happy to spend the rest of my life with her if that was what she wanted. But nothing could be done until her children had left school and I did not once pressure her to leave her children.
The next revelation was that she had confessed our affair to her 87-year-old mother in York and her response was that she thought we were going to destroy one another. I was shocked that Caroline had told her mother about us and concerned about the mutually assured destruction prophecy.
We had only met once when Caroline asked me to marry her in a spiritual union, to which I agreed because I loved her deeply. She insisted that we draw blood from our thumbs and press them together for five minutes until our blood entered one another. We did just that on 17 October 2016 on Hyde Park in London.
Thereafter Caroline demanded that I refer to her as “Mrs Tomlin” in telephone calls and to refer to her as “my wife” when out shopping with her on Oxford Street in London, which I did. We had great fun together and shopping with her was a wonderful experience, particularly when choosing lingerie in Marks & Spencer. We laughed like schoolchildren, it was “the most natural thing in the world” she said.
Despite her being married, I felt I had found the perfect woman for me and she constantly told me that “we’re SMs” or “soulmates” and I had never clicked with any woman like Caroline, I had been waiting all of my life for a woman like her. What was wrong with what we were doing?
I treated Caroline with absolute respect, tender but passionate love and never once mistreated her. I wanted to make her happy because I knew she was lonely at home, was unhappy and had turned to drinking a bottle of wine each night to cope with what she described “the emptiness of it all.”
But behind the scenes, Caroline was on the receiving end of appalling abuse from UKIP and Bruges Group leaders and their trolls. Every morning on the telephone I got an update of the abusive messages she’d received overnight. The principal malefactor was former Det Sgt Mick Twomey of corrupt Derbyshire Police.
Enforcer Twomey – centrifugal in politically motivated prosecutions against several UKIP whistleblowers – started a smear campaign against me after 3 December 2016, when Caroline tendered her resignation of UKIP. Hate-filled Twomey told Caroline that I was “a danger to women” and tried to bully her into separating from me.
The day before, Caroline sent me a message on Facebook Messenger that read ‘I’m waiting for you, desperately’. I knew then that she was deeply in love with me and it felt wonderful and I reciprocated in equal measure. There was nothing disingenuous about my love for Caroline.
Twomey’s hit squad of UKIP trolls kept Caroline under a constant round of abuse and spun endless lies to her about me. Far Right Watch confirmed in writing that this was Twomey’s job in UKIP, a Trollmaster inciting hate against opponents and terrorising party whistleblowers like Caroline.
They had to separate us because they knew Caroline was exposing their dirty secrets to me and with my history of running major anti-corruption campaigns, especially against corrupt Derbyshire Police, they were afraid of what I might to do to them.
Caroline asked me to run a black operations campaign against Arron Banks, Pierre Shepherd and Nigel Farage because they had sacked her from Leave.EU for asking questions about Shepherd. At a disciplinary hearing, Caroline was dismissed immediately for allegedly smearing Shepherd as “a Remain plant”. She was hired by Vote Leave immediately.
Revenge was her motivation and she agreed with me that UKIP was dividing the Brexit movement and needed to be taught a lesson. Caroline gave me £200 to purchase the equipment I needed to run the campaign using proxy accounts on untraceable devices. But each time I asked her to authorise the campaign, she would not give me permission.
Suddenly, smelling power and a chance to make a name for herself, she accepted an offer from UKIP organiser Kim Rose in Bournemouth to speak outside Parliament on 23 November 2016. UKIP was hijacking our Article 50 campaign and she had told Kim Rose every detail that she knew about Operation Beacon.
I was stunned by her amateur hour indiscretion to a political party that clearly hated me and was running a vicious smear campaign against me. But Caroline was the leader and she did not want me to return fire on the UKIP trolls, all she wanted was to speak outside Parliament and I had to sacrifice myself “for the woman you love.”
I was beginning to see how desperate for power she was and she had a very unattractive selfish streak that concerned me but her constant love and affection kept me compliant.
But after she told me that Mark Skinner had sent her a message on WhatsApp saying ‘I am waiting for you’, it was time to act and I demanded she break off contact with him immediately. She had kissed Skinner twice but he wanted more, he wanted sex with her and she told me that he was trying to blackmail her.
I asked what Skinner had on her and the screen captures issue raised its ugly head. I examined the transcripts of her chats with Skinner, immediately realised there was nothing I could do to help her and then she said “Skinner needs to be eliminated Sy”.
It was then that I saw the other side of Caroline Stephens and it was not pleasant but I could see she was desperate to conceal her past indiscretions with other UKIP men. Truth was she had gotten herself into a complete mess and she also feared David Wilkinson would release more of the photographs he’d taken of her in a Christine Keeler pose at Vote Leave HQ in London on 13 April 2016.
I was livid at her naive stupidity and finally realised that Caroline was not professional enough to continue leading the Article 50 campaign. She was typical UKIP, kindergarten antics that had no place in professional political campaigning.
But I was also in love with Caroline and how could I replace her and maintain our relationship? She provided the perfect solution after I posted a joke on Facebook about Skinner’s latest WhatsApp message: ‘Sweet Caroline please come back to UKIP’. It was hilarious, typical UKIP immaturity but Caroline went mad, accused me of making her feel ill and threatened to hurt my 81-year-old mother if her indiscretions leaked out.
I was gobsmacked, the woman I loved had threatened my beloved mother. I made it clear to Caroline that if she ever hurt my mother that I would respond in kind and having calmed down, she then asked me to delete the post, which I did to keep the peace.
It was a startling revelation to see what Caroline was capable of and then I realised why Skinner was so upset because she had also threatened him. Past indiscretions had come back to haunt her and trying to threaten her way out of trouble was simply causing more trouble.
It was perfectly clear that UKIP was not just trying to split us up but that the party wanted Caroline to return, not for a glorious political comeback but only to control her because of her indiscretions to me about their dirty secrets. But the problem was that Caroline had put everything in writing and I had retained the entire Facebook Messenger transcript and there was no escape from the truth.
We discussed how to deal with the possibility of our affair leaking out and I made it clear that I would not lie about it. Caroline expected me to lie for her and used the leverage of “for the woman you love.” By then, she was using “love” as a tool of political manipulation and I refused to play ball.
In short order, she claimed her husband had discovered our affair but having fed me three different stories, I did not believe a word she said anymore. I had caught her lying on so many occasions that her claims became incredible and I told her that she was an “incurable liar”.
Caroline telephoned my mother in crocodile tears, fed her a pack of lies and afterwards my mother told me “that woman is an evil actress, stay away from her.” My mother is an excellent judge of character and having smeared me to my own mother, after I told Caroline never to target my mother, it was time to expose the truth.
I published the truth about how she had wrecked the Article 50 campaign, deleting all of the campaign material on this website and she then admitted “UKIP lawyers told me to get rid of everything.” Her malicious betrayal had to be exposed because thousands of people supported the campaign and donated money to it and they had to know what had happened to their campaign.
There was no doubt Caroline was back in league with UKIP and was taking orders from them to wreck the campaign because Gerard Batten, her political mentor wanted to repeal the ECA first and he felt threatened by the immense popularity of our campaign. Caroline admitted that Batten told her to “get rid of that little arsehole now, there are bigger objectives at stake here than your schoolgirl affair with him.”
Batten of course loves playing at being the telephone ‘tough’ guy but in reality couldn’t fight his way out of a wet through paper bag. His threats against me are laughable, I’d destroy him quick sharp if he ever made the mistake of getting fresh with me.
But what Batten does have is corrupt police connections that he uses to harass and intimidate his political opponents and was caught red-handed using corrupt cops to threaten journalists into silence by claiming he was being ‘harassed’ by their investigations.
The next threat was Caroline making it clear that she would report me to the corrupt thug police if I dared to expose anything further about her misconduct. She said: “I’ll just do what the others did Sy, I’ll claim you’re harassing him and have you arrested.” She was using the Batten tactic of intimidation but I refused to back down and assured her that I would continue to expose her antics if she continued.
We didn’t speak for several days and then on 29 November 2016, she sent me an email from Wiltshire Police about a complaint she’d made against me about imaginary ‘harassment’. I had not harassed her in the slightest, not been anywhere near her and had only exposed the truth.
Less than two hours later, she sent me a message on WhatsApp claiming she was pregnant with my child and that we needed to talk. We spoke and she said that she needed me to remove the articles I had written about her because she was “stressed” by them and the early stage of pregnancy was the most dangerous in which to lose a baby due to miscarriage.
I smelt a rat but she was so upset that I had to give her the benefit of the doubt and agreed to remove the articles. If she was telling the truth about being pregnant, I did not want her to lose the baby. I asked how it was possible she was pregnant because I could not father a child without IVF treatment and she said: “It was an act of God, it’s a sign that he has blessed our union”.
I was astounded at the claim and did not believe it in the slightest but I had to give Caroline the benefit of the doubt. I had no doubt then how much of a religious fanatic she was and it was clear that Gerard Batten had played a leading role in her brainwashing. I told her that she’d been “brainwashed by people that remind me of David Koresh and I just wonder if one day you’ll be making a last stand at Waco 2?”
I was after all husband number 2 by then and was deeply concerned for the woman that regarded herself as my “spiritual wife”. I asked why she wanted to marry me and her explanation was simple: “I want to be with you beyond the grave.” It was a beautiful thought to know that someone loved me so much to want to be with me in heaven but why such treacherous antics in this life?
We agreed to meet on 3 December 2016 to separate because Caroline could not cope with the hate campaign against her and felt the unpopularity would affect her children and ruin her political prospects.
We met as agreed and the litany of fairy tales she’d been told by UKIP about me was simply appalling and bore no resemblance to the real me but they’d scared the hell out Caroline and I knew she was going back to UKIP after “the dust has settled,” it was completely transparent.
She had asked me to pick names for the baby and I chose Larissa and Henry but she ruled out both of them, her usual bullying self, always having to be the boss and get her own way. But the real issue was that she was never pregnant, it was a sick, twisted ruse to try and control me.
We kissed, hugged, cried like heartbroken children at Victoria Coach Station and said “goodbye for this life darling” and it felt like someone had thrust knives straight into my heart. Caroline later said the experience was “so tragic and painful I could never go through that again Sy.”
Caroline pleaded with me to phone her every week day after she’d taken the children to school because “I want you to keep me stable love, I feel suicidally depressed without you now.” I felt the same and telephoned her each day but talking to the woman I loved, knowing I couldn’t be with her tore me apart.
I spoke to Caroline on WhatsApp for the last time on 10 December 2016 for nearly 50 minutes and it was unbearably painful. She was suicidally depressed, said “my heart is still in it Sy but we can’t be together darling.” She never once apologised for fabricating a phantom pregnancy that made me feel suicidally depressed. Her mother’s prophecy was coming true and it scared me deeply.
Her closing remark to me was an assurance riddled with grief, guilt and remorse: “You can have me in the next life Sy, I’ll be your wife, I’ll love you, I’ll look after you, I’ll be loyal to you and I’ll be the woman you wanted me to be in this life, it will be bliss for eternity.”
I couldn’t cope with it any longer and put down the phone without saying goodbye. I felt so depressed that I wanted to vomit. I was so hurt that I can’t even put into words how painful it was and from that point on slipped into a suicidal depression so severe that I actually planned my suicide in detail on three occasions.
Luckily, on the brink of death, my lovely mother and close friends talked me out of it but the damage caused by UKIP Bruges Group and the corrupt thug police was simply beyond anything that was acceptable in politics. What they did to us what pure evil and they are going to pay the price for what they did.
I have told the unvarnished truth about Caroline Stephens and what happened because I will not be smeared, abused and threatened with impunity by sick trolls and I will blow their lies out of the water.
Caroline is now on the political comeback trail with UKIP and believes that she is fit to be the leader of the party eventually but having lost so much respect in the party, is it possible?
In terms of low female cunning, certainly she’s a match for any opponent but in strategic and tactical terms, not a leader and her solution to that is to hire people who can formulate strategy and tactics.
But her weakness is that she crumbles under pressure and if the pressure is intense, she crumbles like a bag of flour. What Caroline needs to succeed is a ring of steel around her to protect her from the bullies and with that measure in place, she could become a first class leader.
The real problem though is the need to reform her character and stop playing infantile games with men but I doubt she’ll ever be able to do that because she’s on constant power trip and cannot control her ego.
I take the view that what happened with Caroline was a political power struggle but I cannot forgive her for the despicable pregnancy stunt she pulled and that was so malicious and evil that I will never speak to her again in this life.
If Caroline is going to lead a party in serious decline, riddled with amateur hour antics, it will take a miracle from God to reform the entire party into a professional political machine capable of winning power. I do not believe that UKIP or Caroline are capable of winning.
I now continue the StrongerOUT campaign to #RepealEULaw and I will do so in the most professional manner that I can because UKIP is not fit to hold power.
“All revolutions devour their own children” – Captain Ernst Rohm