“Get Some Professional Help”: Bill Maher Throws Whoopi Goldberg Out Of His Show

In a turn of events that left viewers agog, Bill Maher, the irreverent host of “Real Time with Bill Maher,” decided to put on a show-stopping performance of his own. The unsuspecting victim? None other than the indomitable Whoopi Goldberg. Maher, known for his acerbic wit and unfiltered commentary, took his boldness to new heights as he dramatically tossed Whoopi Goldberg out of his show, complete with a parting shot advising her to “go get some professional help.”

“Real Time with Bill Maher” has earned a reputation for being a no-holds-barred arena where controversial discussions are the order of the day. Maher, with his incisive humor and penchant for pushing boundaries, has never shied away from confronting guests with opposing views. Enter Whoopi Goldberg, an entertainment icon and co-host of “The View,” known for her impassioned commentary and no-nonsense approach.

As the two titans clashed on Maher’s stage, the atmosphere became increasingly charged. The topic at hand, a contentious issue in the news, acted as the catalyst for a heated exchange that culminated in Maher’s theatrical decision to eject Goldberg from the set.

As the tension reached its zenith, Bill Maher, with a flourish that could rival any Shakespearean actor, declared, “Whoopi, my dear, it’s time for you to exit stage left.” In a move reminiscent of a classic vaudeville act, Maher pointed towards the proverbial door, and Goldberg, perhaps in a mix of surprise and amusement, played along, making a mock exit to the delight of the audience.

The theatrics didn’t end there. Maher, reveling in the dramatic atmosphere he had created, continued his performance by advising Goldberg, “Before you come back to any talk show, go get some professional help, my dear. It’s clear you need it.” The audience, unsure if they were witnessing reality or a carefully orchestrated comedic act, erupted in a mix of laughter and gasps.

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