Bill Maher has never been more correct about himself and liberalism in his whole life.

Liberalism is not the left. The left is the working-class. Liberalism is a thoroughgoing capitalist (right-wing) entity. Liberalism's job is to feign left, while keeping the working-class chained to the capitalist system by promising them reforms that never come.

Liberalism is the politics of a faction of the public who are economically doing fine and dandy. They may want some reforms, but they are overall quite happy with the capitalist system.

On the other hand, the working-class (the left) is taking it on the chin with declining wages, increasing rents, increasing health-care costs, no pensions, etc. Liberals don't want to rock the boat and see the working-class take state power since the working-class taking state power is the very definition of socialism. Socialism would upset the cushy lives being lived by liberals. In that sense, Maher actually is a house negro, just as Malcolm X described.

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The House Negro and the Field Negro
Malcolm X

Back during slavery, when Black people like me talked to the slaves,
they didn't kill 'em, they sent some old house Negro along behind him
to undo what he said. You have to read the history of slavery to
understand this. There were two kinds of Negroes. There was that old
house Negro and the field Negro

And the house Negro always looked out for his master. When the field
Negroes got too much out of line, he held them back in check. He put
'em back on the plantation. The house Negro could afford to do that
because he lived better than the field Negro. He ate better, he dressed
better, and he lived in a better house. He lived right up next to his
master - in the attic or the basement. He ate the same food his master
ate and wore his same clothes. And he could talk just like his master -
good diction. And he loved his master more than his master loved
himself. That's why he didn't want his master hurt. If the master got
sick, he'd say, "What's the matter, boss, we sick?" When the master's
house caught afire, he'd try and put the fire out. He didn't want his
master's house burned. He never wanted his master's property threatened.
And he was more defensive of it than the master was

That was the house Negro. But then you had some field Negroes, who
lived in huts, had nothing to lose. They wore the worst kind of clothes.
They ate the worst food. And they caught hell. They felt the sting of
the lash. They hated their master. Oh yes, they did. If the master got
sick, they'd pray that the master died. If the master's house caught
afire, they'd pray for a strong wind to come along. This was the
difference between the two

And today you still have house Negroes and field Negroes. I'm a field Negro