Ah, the great John Bolton. The man who once declared that bombs should be dropped on Iran, now finds himself at the mercy of a far more implacable foe: the American legal system. Reports suggest he is expected to plead guilty in a classified documents case.
How deliciously predictable. It seems our neoconservative firebrand has finally met his Waterloo, though I suspect he will emerge with nothing more than a slap on the wrist, a fine, and a book deal. This is not justice.
This is a ritual humiliation, a pantomime of accountability that the American ruling class has perfected. Let us compare this to the fall of the Roman Republic, where political prosecutions were mere tools of factional warfare, not genuine enforcement of law. The Bolton case is no different.
It is a show trial, designed to placate the plebs while the patricians continue their games. The real scandal lies in why Bolton was allowed to accumulate such sensitive material in the first place, and why so many others like him continue to walk free. This is not a moment of national epiphany.
It is a sign of decadence, where the machinery of state grinds slowly and selectively, grinding down its enemies more often than its friends. Bolton, for all his bluster, is a small fish in a very dirty pond. His guilty plea will change nothing.
The system remains intact, and the next Bolton is already waiting in the wings.
