Who would’ve thought that John Bolton, a man who loves a camera as much as a kid loves candy, would find himself in quite the pickle these days? The former National Security Adviser to President Trump who often strolled onto MSNBC to share his unsolicited opinions about classified information and the handling thereof now finds himself caught in a sticky situation of his own making. As Bolton danced through the media landscape criticizing Trump’s supposed mishandling of critical documents, it seems he was all the while double-dipping in the same cookie jar.

Bolton, now sporting a rather somber expression, admitted in court to being guilty of, hold your breath, mishandling classified information himself. It’s a plot twist so rich, you’d expect it to be the next bestseller, perhaps under the “Irony and Hypocrisy” section at your local bookstore. Facing potential prison time and a hefty fine, Bolton’s brush with the law reveals an unexpected side hustle—retaining and sharing sensitive government secrets for personal profit. A thousand pages worth, to be precise, cleverly concealed within diaries shared with family members.

One might wonder how the fellow who enjoyed preaching about the sanctity of classified information ended up whispering national secrets into his family’s ears for a book. As the prosecution laid out, Bolton’s secrets escapade wasn’t a one-time faux pas. Nope, this former titan of trust allegedly held onto reams of defense documents, keeping them snug at home like trophies. The legal team deftly outlined that under the terms of his plea agreement, Bolton would spend the next five years doing time or, perhaps, writing yet another tell-all from the comfort of his cell.

Adding a spicy twist, the indictment seems to have brought joy to many who found Bolton’s constant grandstanding tiresome. After all, it’s not every day that a man who cried wolf about national security lapses ends up getting nabbed for, well, the same thing. Trump’s reopening of the comment book labeling Bolton as a “bad person” seems almost poetic. The drama unfolds as Bolton prepares to face the music, potentially forfeiting a handsome government pension in the process.

So here we are, popcorn at the ready, watching a tale of irony unfold. As the courtroom door closes on John Bolton, it serves as a reminder: be wary of casting stones in glass houses, especially when holding borrowed classified stones. John Bolton’s escapade paints a vivid picture, proving once again that in politics, what goes around indeed comes around—often faster than one can frantically scribble in their classified diaries.