I love Bill Maher. He’s an atheist, PETA board member, member of NORML and outspoken advocate for marijuana and drug legalization. He’s also an environmentalist, and critic of big agribusiness.
What’s not to love?
Except sometimes, the “I’m a playboy!” act wears a bit thin, such as when he decided that naked boobs are great when they are merely boner fodder for dudes, but when they are bared for their natural purpose of feeding children, they suddenly make him nauseous.
Jeez. Mommy issues much, Bill?
I had another feminist head-smacking moment while watching this week’s show after Maher suggested that Hillary Clinton “profited from her husband’s philandering.”
I am so fucking sick and tired of this ignorant, piece-of-shit, peckerheaded premise. Whenever I hear it I feel my fists clench involuntarily and I experience an intense urge to euthanize my television, Elvis-style.
And if you do not experience the same reaction, I invite you right now to just think about it for one goddamned minute!
Hillary “profited” from Bill’s infidelity?? Don’t you mean that Hillary “behaved in such a way so as to salvage as much of her personal dignity and reputation as she could in the wake of what could only be described as any wife’s worst fucking nightmare on wheels?”
Isn’t that what you meant?
And here’s the part that might not have even occurred to you:
How much more would Hillary have profited, if the
Doncha think she might have profited from that? Huh?