Bill Maher's New Black Girlfriend?

Perhaps this is because just a few hours before I went to bed, I was arguing with 51-year-old Bill Maher.

Calm down, people. I'm not his latest piece of carmel arm candy.

Bill Maher was once again pontificating on his new season of Real Time With Bill Maherthis weekend.

"I think all religions are crazy," said Maher, dogging out Mormons whilst encircling both his ears with his pointers.

"That's a religion!" I argued back. "Believing in nothing is its own religion!"

My hubby bristled while I ranted quietly, "This is exactly what Ann Coulter writes about in Godless: The Church of Liberalism!"

(Ann Coulter, by the way, recently gave a suprising blurb to liberal writer and genius Michael Eric Dyson for his new Debating Race book. Maybe she's trying to quell the whole Kwanzaa mess. Maybe I am, too.)

But back to Bill Maher.

Like Prince sang, "I -- how you say? -- I wonder you."

What makes this funny man tick?

His Real Time With Bill Maher is intelligent and infuriating and addictive all at once. And hilarious at times, even when Maher bombs.

I must admit I can't wait till Karrine Steffans' new The Vixen Diaries book comes out, because I heard that she will discuss her relationship with Bill Maher.

I want to know how his mind works...

I want to know what they discussed...

I can't help but chuckle that if I were a decade younger and implanted up to my chin, transforming myself into Bill Maher-material, a marriage between us would be more like that famous politics-making-strange-bedfellows couple James Carville and Mary Matalin.

But it seems that Steffans' is the most long-term relationship Maher has had with any number of the string of black women on his arm as over the years.

Turns out one black female, Nancy aka Coco Johnson, tried to get money out of Bill Maher.

What a mess.

If Demond Wilson called Redd Foxx's spate of dating Asian women the "Orient Express," what shall we dub Bill Maher and his black beauties? His "Midnight Run?"

I joke because Bill Maher's latest string of dates with African-American women -- so varied that I can barely find names of them all -- seem more like an attempt to prove his uber-liberalism or shock value more than real affection.

Just my alpha-state musings for today. Subscribe to Paula Mooney by e-mail for tomorrow's alpha-state thougts.