Larry David does an absolutely wonderful job of skewering Bill Maher in this opinion piece in the NYT: My Dinner With Adolf.
But it wasn’t just a one-way street, with the Führer dominating the conversation. He was quite inquisitive and asked me a lot of questions about myself. I told him I had just gone through a brutal breakup with my girlfriend because every time I went someplace without her, she was always insistent that I tell her everything I talked about. I can’t stand having to remember every detail of every conversation. Hitler said he could relate — he hated that, too. “What am I, a secretary?”
If you're confused as to the context, this is from last week:
I've hated Maher for decades. This feckless horseshit is an excellent example of his dangerous stupidity.
