When Comedians Roast “The View”: A Brutal Wake-Up Call the Hosts Didn’t See Coming
In a world where daytime TV is supposed to be a safe haven for casual debates and feel-good banter, “The View” has somehow become the loudest, most chaotic echo chamber on television — and it just got called out in spectacular fashion.
This week, two unlikely allies — conservative firebrand Greg Gutfeld and liberal iconoclast Bill Maher — joined forces to deliver a takedown so sharp it left daytime television bleeding sarcasm and irony all over the studio floor.
It wasn’t just a roast. It was an intervention.

Gutfeld, known for his surgical sarcasm, didn’t just throw shade — he eclipsed the entire panel. He pointed out how “The View” has morphed from a roundtable of ideas into a mosh pit of synchronized shouting, where facts dissolve before the intro music even ends. According to Gutfeld, watching “The View” is like surviving a group project where no one did the homework but everyone insists they’re the smartest in the room.
Then Bill Maher — yes, that Bill Maher, the guy who once weaponized snark against conservatives daily — stepped in to land his own blows. Maher wasn’t angry; he sounded exhausted, like a disappointed teacher watching straight-A students scribble nonsense in crayon. His verdict? “The View” doesn’t allow dialogue anymore. It demands allegiance — and if you stray from the script, you’re branded a villain.
And it wasn’t just personal digs — though there were plenty. Gutfeld slammed Sunny Hostin’s predictable race-baiting commentary, mocking her tendency to inject skin color into any mildly controversial topic. He also torched Joy Behar for her infamous blackface Halloween costume, questioning how someone who once paraded around in brown makeup now lectures others on racism.
Meanwhile, Maher dissected the deeper rot: the panel’s complete abandonment of nuance. He pointed out how terms like “woke,” once noble, have been hijacked and weaponized by both the far left and the far right — and that “The View” treats disagreement not as debate but as heresy.
It was the roast nobody at “The View” saw coming — and everyone else couldn’t stop watching.
While the hosts tried to clap back weakly, the internet wasn’t buying it. Clips of the takedown went viral. People from both sides of the political spectrum — who rarely agree on anything — were laughing together. Not just polite chuckles, but full-on, can’t-breathe, tears-in-the-eyes laughter.
Why?
Because Gutfeld and Maher didn’t just mock “The View.” They exposed it.
They revealed that behind the coffee mugs and choreographed applause, the show has become less about discussion and more about performance activism — where feeling right matters more than being right.
And here’s the kicker: Gutfeld and Maher don’t even like each other. One thinks the country’s gone woke-wild; the other thinks cancel culture is destroying liberalism from the inside out. Yet even they landed on the same brutal truth:
“The View” isn’t a talk show anymore. It’s political theater. And the jokes? They’re not funny anymore.
Maybe the saddest part? Maher’s face during the takedown wasn’t smug — it was weary. This wasn’t gleeful destruction. It was a eulogy for a show that once championed open-minded conversation but now drowns dissent in judgmental side-eyes and smug smirks.
When your biggest critics aren’t raging trolls but disillusioned former allies, it’s not just bad optics — it’s a five-alarm fire.
At the end of the day, Gutfeld and Maher might never grab a beer together. They’ll keep jabbing each other across media platforms.
But for one rare, unforgettable moment, they looked at “The View,” looked at each other, and said the same thing:
“This isn’t a conversation anymore. It’s a circus — and the clowns are the only ones making sense.”
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