I’ll admit, I enjoy Real Time with Bill Maher on HBO. I’m not fanatical and don’t cry for a week if I miss one, but I’m usually coming off a Sci-Fi bloat on Friday nights and it’s good for several laughs.
Maher and my politics are pretty far apart. I’m so middle of the road, I have a yellow line painted down my back. I lean to the right just southeast of Libertarian. Bill’s is pretty much a one Czar short of Communism. So why do I watch?
It’s funny for the most part. It gets me thinking about things I wouldn’t normally bother with. It also runs my wife out of the room, so there’s that 60 minutes of peace and quiet.
The show that aired on 13 April 2007 started a chain of paranoid synapse firings that has me convinced of a Bill Maher conspiracy to watch me from his side of the television. I think he’s stocking me.
I nearly slid out of my chair last Friday when he did a segment called “John McCain’s Zagat’s Travel Guide.” It was a funny piece with a funny premise. I should know because I practically wrote it. The parallels between Maher’s schtick and my Cheap Over-looked Vacation Packages (written back in January 2007) were astounding.
We both mention Baghdad and the green zone. We both used prisons; he use Abu-ghraib; I used Gitmo. Both pieces used the dangerous, hot spots on the globe as a vacation spoof.
Am I accusing Maher of stealing my material? No, of course not. It’s just strange how the world works. I see things on TV and say, “I wished I’d thought of that.” Now I can say, “Hey did you see Real Time the other night? I thought of that first.”