I have a confession to make: I like Bill Maher.
Kind of a lot.
For a long time I resisted putting this in writing, or saying it out loud. (My wife, for one, can’t stand him and proceeds to remind me of this whenever his name comes up.) It’s not that I disagreed with the majority of Maher’s political opinions but there was also a part of me that recognized that he was a little glib . . . a little too pleased with himself . . . a little condescending to those he viewed as stupid. Which was everybody.
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