Trump’s Justice Swings for Bolton’s Head

Trump’s revenge tour isn’t slowing down; it’s swinging harder. Bolton’s next up at bat, and this time, the pitch isn’t justice. It’s payback, wrapped in prosecution.

Guest article by Michael Cohen. Follow him on Substack for more by clicking here.

Here we go again. My sources tell me that come Tuesday, John Bolton—yes, that John Bolton, the walrus-mustached hawk who once strutted through the West Wing like he owned the Situation Room—is next up in the batter’s box. And if you’ve been keeping score—and I hope you have—that makes me three for three in calling Trump’s enemies list. First it was James Comey. Then Letitia James. Now, it will be Bolton’s turn under the blinding glare of the national spotlight.

You can feel the pattern now; it’s not coincidence, it’s choreography. Every swing is deliberate. Every “independent” Justice Department press release reads like campaign literature wrapped in legalese. Trump has turned prosecution into performance art. And just like any good showman, he saves the biggest acts for prime time.

But here’s what makes the Bolton case different. Unlike Tish James, who made the mistake of tangling with Trump’s business empire, or James Comey, who crossed the man personally, Bolton’s “crime” runs deeper—it’s ideological. This is about loyalty, betrayal, and the heresy of disobedience within Trump’s inner sanctum.

Bolton didn’t just defy Trump; he humiliated him. He publicly called him weak on Russia, reckless on North Korea, and clueless about the Middle East. He wrote it all down in The Room Where It Happened, and for that sin, Trump vowed revenge. I remember the Fox News interview from 2020—Trump saying Bolton “should be in jail” for releasing classified information. At the time, it sounded like another unhinged rant. Now it reads like a prophecy to be fulfilled.

According to two federal officials I spoke with, Bolton’s indictment will come out of Maryland, his home state, courtesy of the U.S. Attorney’s Office. And if that sounds local and routine, don’t be fooled; every move has been coordinated by Main Justice, with Pam Bondi’s fingerprints all over it. The same “one team” DOJ spokesman line about making America “safe again” isn’t just boilerplate—it’s messaging. It’s branding. It’s the Justice Department as a campaign surrogate, and no one brands better than Trump when they stay on message.

When the FBI raided Bolton’s home and D.C. office back in August, they didn’t just stumble upon this case. They knew what they were looking for. CIA Director John Ratcliffe—Trump’s loyalist—personally fed intel to FBI Director Kash Patel, another Trump enforcer, to justify the warrant. That’s not law enforcement; that’s statecraft with a badge.

The target? Alleged mishandling of classified material, supposedly dating back to Bolton’s time as U.N. ambassador under George W. Bush. The irony? Trump himself was indicted for nearly identical charges—mishandling classified documents—and his case was tossed by Judge Aileen Cannon, a loyal Trump appointee. So, while Trump walks free, his critics are dragged through the mud for doing far less. America, meet the new definition of “justice.”

Bolton’s attorney, Abbe Lowell, insists the documents were typical of long-time government officials—historical leftovers, not espionage. But none of that matters in Trump’s America. In this system, innocence is irrelevant. The spectacle is the sentence.

Tish James will learn that lesson the hard way when her crusade against Trump’s business empire ends with her own indictment on a trumped-up bank fraud charge. Comey, too—indicted for allegedly lying to Congress, which is rich considering the halls of Congress are practically echo chambers of deception. Both cases reek of revenge, and you can bet the “evidence” will surface just in time to make it look legitimate.

But Bolton? He’s not a prosecutor or a lawman. He’s a hawk—one of their own. That makes this different. It signals the purge is widening. Trump isn’t just coming for his political enemies anymore; he’s coming for anyone who ever challenged his authority. That’s how autocracies harden—when the purge expands from opponents to insiders.

Bolton’s indictment is the canary in the coal mine for every Republican who once thought they could outlast or outsmart Trump. The same man they defended, protected, or tolerated is now turning the weaponized justice system they built right back on them. The irony is brutal.

You can almost hear the crowd chanting from the stadium: “Who’s next?” Because in this version of America, the batter’s box never empties. There’s always someone on deck—and I predicted two weeks ago that it will be Adam “Shifty” Schiff.

And let me be clear: this isn’t me defending Bolton. I’ve got no love for the guy. He was arrogant, self-righteous, and helped fuel some of the worst foreign policy disasters in modern history. But justice isn’t about liking someone; it’s about fairness. And fairness left the building the day Trump took back the Oval Office.

Bolton’s real crime was breaking the code of silence. He pulled back the curtain on Trump’s chaos, mocked his ignorance, and dared to write it down. For that, he’s now facing charges under the Espionage Act—the same law once used to target journalists, whistleblowers, and, yes, political dissidents. Think about that for a second.

So this Tuesday, when the indictment drops, the message will be clear: dissent is dangerous, and betrayal is fatal. Bolton is just the next cautionary tale in The Trump Revenge Tour.

So here I am, three for three in predicting who’d be next on the chopping block. It’s not clairvoyance. I’m not Nostradamus. It’s pattern recognition. I’ve seen this movie before, only now it’s not a mob operation behind closed doors—it’s the United States government playing it out in public view.

John Bolton is up in the batter’s box, the crowd’s on its feet, and Trump’s got the bat in his hands. And trust me, the man’s not swinging for a hit. He’s swinging for annihilation.

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