Up My Own Ass

In smarmy pseudo-comedian Bill Maher’s new rockumentary with a title no one should even try to pronounce, the star of such films as Pizza Man and Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death finally has the proof that intellectual douchebags have been looking for for years that there is indeed no God.

Maher and director Larry Charles circumnavigated the globe, interviewing people who love God, people who think they are God, even the idiots who can’t stop saying that “God” backwards is “Dog,” and none could produce any evidence to the balding, grey Cryptkeeper Maher of God’s existence.

Ergo, Maher says, no God.

Maher proceeds to say in the film that all U.S. currency should now read, “In Some Asshole We Trust,” and that the Naziesque “Gesundheit” should forever replace “God bless you” when one sneezes. Also Christmas should become “Shitty Present Day.”

In his next film, The Pope’s a Pussy, Maher will fight Pope Benedict XVI in a steel cage match, then shit on an Italian hoagie bearing a striking resemblance to the Virgin Mary, and, in the final scene, Maher and author Richard Dawkins will engage in anal sex, each getting the chance to pitch and catch, while both shout, “Oh, No One! Oh, No One! Give it to me! Yes! Oh, No One!”