Trump Voters are Complicit for Everything he does, so says the Ghost of George Carlin

By the Ghost of George Carlin, guest writer for Bear Howard Chronicles

Sedona, Az –Hey, folks, let’s talk about something we think we understand—democracy. You know, that thing we love to brag about but barely know how to use. People say, “Your vote counts!” Yeah, sure, but nobody ever follows up with what it counts for. Lemme spell it out for you: when you pull that lever, check that box, or slap that touchscreen, you’re not just picking a guy or gal in a fancy suit—you’re signing up for everything that person stands for. Everything. And you can’t just walk away later like, “Oh, I didn’t know he was gonna do that!” Too bad, Sparky. You bought the ticket, you took the ride.

Let’s break down complicit. I’ll tell you how I see it: Complicit means you didn’t just watch the car crash—you handed the guy the keys, loaded his playlist, and said, “Floor it!” It’s not just about what you do; it’s about what you let happen. If you stand by while somebody burns down the neighborhood, guess what? You’re part of the fire. And voting? That’s you handing someone the matches.

Take 1968. Nixon shows up promising to get us out of Vietnam. Yeah, right—get us out? The guy escalated it! You voted for him because he said he had a secret plan. Guess what? The secret was: he didn’t. Surprise! Fast forward to today—2024—Trump waltzes back in, waving that “Make America Great Again” flag like it’s a clearance sale banner. First 30 days? Feels less like Great Again and more like Germany, 1934. You remember Germany, right? Yeah, they used to be a democracy, too. Then one guy with a shiny uniform and a bad mustache talked the people into letting him take over, and boom! Next thing you know—genocide, book burnings, and mandatory goose-stepping. Not so great, after all.

But hey, let’s not act surprised. Trump voters let it happen. That’s the kicker with democracy—it’s a group project. And guess what? If you voted for Trump, you’re part of the group. You voted for the guy who’s burning the house down, congratulations—you’re holding the lighter fluid. Even if you thought you were just sending a message or protesting the system, guess what? The universe doesn’t grade on intentions. You hit the button, you own the outcome. And saying “I didn’t know” is like lighting a fuse and acting shocked when the bomb goes off. Wake up!

And for those of you standing on the sidelines thinking, “Not my president,” I got news: he’s still running the country you live in. You don’t get to wash your hands and walk away. Part of living in a democracy means holding people accountable—including the people who voted for the guy who screws it up. The responsibility doesn’t end on Election Day. That’s when it starts. Democracy isn’t a Netflix subscription you forget about—it’s an every damn day commitment. If the guy you helped elect starts dismantling the Constitution like it’s an old IKEA shelf, you better be first in line to stop it.

Our memories of the 2024 election are very clear – Trump told us exactly what he was going to do. He wasn’t vague; hewasn’t talking in broad generalizations, and he was very exact in his agenda for the future of America.

Now, here’s the thing. If you voted for Trump in 2024, promising to “Make America Great Again,” but now you’re seeing America start to look like a black-and-white newsreel from the 1930s—yeah, that’s on you. And guess what? The rest of us? We’re not gonna let you forget it. You’re not just complicit—you’re branded. For life. You don’t get to hide behind “Well, I didn’t know he’d go that far!” Yes, you did. We all knew. And now, every time someone asks who got us into this mess, your name’s on the list. You’re a Trumper. That’s right—a Trumper. And for the rest of your days, people will look at you like the guy at the party who spilled wine on the carpet and then tried to blame the dog.

Look, rebuilding America after this mess is gonna be like trying to fix a sandcastle after a tsunami. And while the rest of us are out here rolling up our sleeves, patching up the Constitution, and trying to make things halfway decent again, you Trumpers will be standing there with that same dumb look you had when you said, “He tells it like it is.” Yeah, he does—like a drunk uncle at Thanksgiving, except now he’s got the nuclear codes. If the first 30 days are what the next four years are like – he killed America. We have to start all over. We need to find a new George Washington and Thomas Jefferson to lead out of this mess. And I doubt that they will be a Trumper.

And don’t think history’s gonna forget, either. This isn’t like your embarrassing haircut in high school—this sticks. Fifty years from now, kids are gonna be reading about this in textbooks (if we even have books left after the library burnings), and your grandkids will ask, “Grandma, Grandpa… were you a Trumper?” And what’re you gonna say? “Well, sweetie, I thought he’d fix the economy…” And your grandkid’s gonna look at you like you just farted at their graduation.

Here’s the deal: democracy isn’t magic—it’s work. And when you hand the wheel to someone who drives the country into a ditch, you’re responsible. No refunds. No excuses. You vote for the guy, you own what he does. And if what he does is wreck the place? You clean it up. Or at least stand there while everyone else does and keep your mouth shut.

Bottom line? Complicity isn’t just being there—it’s letting it happen. And suppose you voted for the guy turning America into a rerun of “Dictatorship for Dummies,” congratulations. In that case, you’re part of the reason the rest of us are out here with shovels and duct tape trying to hold this place together.

So, next time? Think. Or don’t—but if you don’t, don’t whine when people point at you in the grocery store, whisper “There goes that Trumper,” and walk the other way.