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Where have you gone, Bill Maher?

Bill Maher likes to say he hasn’t changed — that it’s his audience who changed.

But he certainly did evolve, and I can pinpoint the precise year that evolution began: 2014.

That was the year students at the University of California, Berkeley, protested Maher’s December commencement keynote. Though he ended up delivering the address, the incident chafed and bruised Maher’s thin skin. You see, some of the students didn’t like Maher’s take on Islam; they felt his comments had crossed a line from fair criticism to overt racism. Maher argued that the tolerance they were demanding was entirely lacking from the religion they were championing.

I am not debating either point here. My point is that the experience changed him. It soured him to liberalism. He hasn’t been the same since.

On Friday night, he began his show with a taunting, “Yeah, I did it again, bitches. … Fuck you. I like these dinners,” referring to a dinner he attended with the President, Kid Rock and Stephen A. Smith this week.

Maher spends a lot of each “Real Time” episode mocking the Left — while turning a blind eye to his dinner companion as he literally sets the world ablaze.

The contrast between Maher of the aughts and Maher of the 2020s is glaring.

It’s hard to overstate how impactful Maher’s show was as President George W. Bush took the country to war in the aftermath of 9/11. It was a time when anyone who spoke out against the President or the Iraq War was labeled a terrorist sympathizer, a traitor. And Maher, to his credit, had people on his program like Michael Moore, who rightfully questioned the administration and the justification for war.

Maher asked the tough questions at a time when it was wildly unpopular to break free of the groupthink — a sort of stupor the nation had collectively fallen into. He threaded the needle between humor and earnest, probing curiosity — a comedian who could actually do journalism.

He could be self-deprecating. He could express empathy. He still had a sense of humility and could admit when he didn’t know something, or when he’d been wrong about a topic. He was genuinely funny. Even in the darkest times, he made us laugh, and it felt like a release, a long-awaited exhale when we did.

All of that is gone.

Once, an unapologetic atheist who highlighted atrocities made in the names of all religions, Maher now wholly sides with Israel in the Israel-Palestinian war, portraying the millennia-old conflict as black and white — the good guys versus the bad guys. It’s hard to square that with the Maher of 20 years ago, who could’ve objectively looked at the war to see atrocities on both sides. He could’ve held two truths in his mind: That Hamas is a terrorist organization and committed horrific acts on October 7, which must be punished, and that Israel’s response was relentless, indiscriminate and arguably criminal.

That Maher is gone, too. This Maher routinely dismisses pro-Palestinian protesters as anti-Semitic, immature and ignorant. He nitpicks the definition of genocide.

The past few years, Maher has dedicated a lot of his show to rants about a woke bogeyman, elevating the lore and amplifying the fear.

He frequently smack talks Democrats, insisting there’s a big contingent in the party that espouses anarchy and seeks to abolish the police. But there is not a single candidate running for election this year whose platform includes defunding the police. Granted, there are TWO candidates who came under fire for previously shitposting about cops.

Maher may forget that he was once a fierce critic of militarizing local police departments. Not a peep about that now.

There are 23 U.S. House and Senate candidates who won their primaries based on a platform that includes abolishing ICE. But ICE is a whole other animal, and of course, Maher knows that.

Politicians on the Right, many of whom can’t define the distinctions between the economic models of Capitalism, Communism and Socialism, have followed the President’s lead, choosing a blanket term: communists! And Maher’s fallen in lockstep with them.

Outlets like the Associated Press, PolitiFact and FactCheck.org have all done investigations into communist sympathies among this season’s candidates. The Associated Press even interviewed Joe Sims, the co-chair of the Communist Party USA, who said there are no — none, zero — candidates for either congressional chamber who are communists, nor anyone who subscribes to its Marxist ideologies.

On the matter of Socialism, across the entire country, there are 10 Democratic Socialists of America-endorsed congressional candidates this midterm cycle. They represent just 2.3% of the Democrat’s House candidates. It would be interesting to put Bernie Sanders (an Independent and avowed Democratic Socialist) in front of Maher again — a politician he used to respect if not revere — and see if he suddenly remembers what it means to be a Democratic Socialist, or if he’d conflate it with communism and call Sanders a communist to his face.

On this week’s show, Maher strangely pressed guest Gov. Andy Beshear (D-KY) to renounce communism, like some modern-day Joe McCarthy, but with a TV show and a stoner podcast.

Meanwhile, Maher and his writers largely ignore the hugely consequential democracy-destabilizing things like voter suppression, the politicization of the Justice Department, the destruction of allied relationships around the world, the Trump administration’s egregious attack on the free speech and the free press, growing Christian Nationalist influence over the federal government, and the unbridled, rampant corruption committed by the President, his family and his cronies.

There is so much he could sink his teeth into. But what we get, instead, is another bit about Sydney Sweeney’s breasts and Maher advocating for the President’s vanity ballroom.

You may have noticed that, like the current President, Maher is easily seduced by flattery, celebrity and awards. For as long as he’s been on TV, he’s been a shameless name-dropper. Count how many times he refers to guests on his show as friends. He wants you to know he has access to celebrities and people in power. I’d argue that’s what he likes most about Trump — that he has access to the President of the United States, and he doesn’t want to lose it.

So, every show feels like appeasement now — like he’s playing to an audience of one.

Or maybe the “Real Time” viewership only comes from producing MAGA clickbait now? Have all the liberals, progressives — and those scary communists and socialists — tuned out?

I mourn the Bill Maher of 20 years ago. Back then, I paid for an HBO subscription when I “didn’t have two nickels to rub together,” because I valued the conversations he moderated, the thoughtfulness of the guest bookings. The show felt serious, timely — in fact, urgent — and impactful. I was such a fan of the show that my family would tease me that I had to be home at 10 p.m. on Friday nights to watch my “boyfriend’s” show, a standing weekly date.

It’s probably too wishful to think “Real Time” will return to that format — accessible, conversational, earnest, LIVE journalism. It suited Maher as a host, and it was exponentially more constructive for the audience. He might also ponder a tip from this old reporter: Consider your sources. When you give a guest like Karoline Leavitt that coveted first chair and your one-on-one attention, it signals to the audience that honesty, integrity and truth are no longer of consequence to you.

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TV and Radio Broadcasters Launch Hyperlocal Digital and Streaming News Services

I’ve long appreciated the concept of hyperlocal news. What better way to make communities and neighborhoods feel seen and heard than to cover the news expressly for them and about them? We’ve seen news outlets like Block Club Chicago and Trib Total Media have rousing success taking a street-level neighborhood approach to news. 

I was pleasantly surprised when E&P’s Robin Blinder and Mike Blinder returned from Borrell Miami this spring with a new story in hand about hyperlocal news—TV and radio broadcasters leveraging their brands and trustful audiences to launch hyperlocal digital sites and streaming services. So, I followed up with Gordon Borrell to get his take on why hyperlocal news was seeing a renaissance of sorts and followed up with three media executives in the throes of starting up new hyperlocal media properties. Here are their stories: 

#communitynews #hyperlocalnews #TV #Radio #Streaming #digitalmedia

https://www.editorandpublisher.com/stories/from-news-deserts-to-digital-havens-the-rise-of-hyperlocal-journalism,250359

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On Bourdain

I imagine Anthony Bourdain still thought of himself as a chef, first and foremost. Though he’d been out of the New York bar and restaurant scene for years, when he’d speak of his years in the kitchens he worked in or ran, you could feel how much he missed it (and also didn’t).

I don’t know if Tony ever really thought of himself as a writer, but that was his true talent. The world got to know Bourdain through his books and travel shows, through his adorable friendship with Eric Ripert. Destroying the image of a stoic, serious French chef, Ripert’s silliness and laughter was the perfect balance to Bourdain’s cantankerous, ever-curmudgeonly cynicism. Their love and admiration for one another was pure, accepting and enduring – the test of true best friendship.

When he fell in love and got married – despite his hard-boiled personality – it was reaffirming. When the couple welcomed a daughter, his joy bubbled.

When he divorced, his failure felt particularly heavy.

When he cursed like the saltiest of sailors, you felt the emotion in your belly, too.

I aspire to spit profanity like he did.

I admired Bourdain’s authenticity. A former addict – de rigueur in the restaurant world – Bourdain knew what it was like to live inauthentically, to be governed by secrets that enable addiction. Somehow, he found the courage and steel to regain control over its power. I suspect part of that journey is coming to terms with being human and flawed, and discovering that it’s okay to be so.

My favorite TV moments were those episodes when he’d travel to some far-off location and discover something about the people, land or cuisine that he hadn’t known. I appreciated that he was humbled by the impoverished and resilient people of the world.

So what you saw of Anthony on the small screen was who he was. When he was in pain, frustrated, confused, afraid, elated, in awe – when he had his mind blown – he shared it with the world. He was so beautifully authentic and real, and I wonder if it wasn’t this surreal world in which we now live that was his ultimate undoing.

I suppose speculation is a natural byproduct of suicide.

In the realm of food and travel writers, Bourdain was the best – truly unchallenged in his reign. Any hack – and there are plenty of them – can string together adjectives and use cliché phrases in an attempt to convey a flavor, a sensation, a setting, a sight.

Bourdain effortlessly connected all the dots between food, culture, geography, history and humanity.

He introduced us to the people of the planet, whom we’d never otherwise know or begin to understand. It was his special talent. He leaves us with a void, but I’m just being selfish.

Stardust now. New things to discover, perhaps. I’d like to think so. — Gretchen A. Peck