Bill Maher Doesn't Know What You Call People Who Dine With Nazis
The World's Favorite Boomer Sugar Daddy finds another, new, way to debase himself.
What’s the old bit…?
Q: “What do you call someone who isn’t a Nazi that dines with Nazis?”
A: “A Nazi.”
I feel like that’s a pretty well-known axiom, if not just a super easy bit of common sense. If you don’t want to be seen as a Nazi, don’t hang out with Nazis. Don’t get chummy with fascists if you don’t want people thinking you’re one of them. It appears that money, fame, and access to power has wiped any knowledge of that fact from the host of “Get Off My Lawn with Bill Maher.”
I understand that inserting his own dick in his own mouth is as part of Maher’s schtick as his trademark smarmy, shit-eating-grin, and “I’m too smart for you dumb liberal plebs” tone. But sliming up to Donald Trump’s side and platforming him means Bill’s found yet another inch or two of throat space to shove his dick into.
Let me perfectly honest here: Not only did I not watch a single bit of the episode of Real Time wherein Maher defended his interview of His Royal Fart-Napping Rapist in Chief, I didn’t watch any of Maher’s attempts to justify it either. Why? Because they don’t fucking matter, that’s why. There is quite literally nothing that either of those out-of-touch, rich, melanin-deficient men could say that I would find remotely interestingly enough to pay attention.
No, Bill, is not a Hero of the Republic. He’s not Ed Murrow or Walter Kronkite. He’s more like Tucker Carlson. He’s a hacky, withering, fading star whose former self would rip his current iteration to shreds on “Politically Incorrect” for this obvious publicity stunt. Maher isn’t convincing anyone but other similarly stupid people that he’s doing a good thing for humanity by attempting to paint Donald in any light other than he deserves.
Frankly, I haven’t watched an episode of “Real Time” in probably half a decade now. At some point I got tired of watching a man who wants to bang my fellow millennials shitting all over millennial politics. I got tired of the guy who shits on religion every chance he gets giving a pass to every Jesus Nazi he had on his show for the sake of ratings and bookings. Basically, I know a lot of us have known for years what a silver-haired protofascist Bill had become; a cliche of a boring, old, once-liberal-turned-moderate rich white man, and I am one of millions who have long-since changed the channel when his face was on it.
BORING.
Allow me to close by addressing William Maher directly:
Look, man, I get it. You two have that whole “lecherous old man fucking women old enough to be their granddaughter” vibe. I know you don’t have any kids (thank Christ), so maybe you don’t go around bragging about hot your daughter is…but if you’re going to be dining with daughter-lusters, guess what that makes you, Bill?