Bill Maher can dish it out, but he can’t take it. The aging king of snark is still whining about “My Dinner with Adolph,” a satiric op-ed by Larry David that indirectly mocked Maher for dining with Donald Trump and then announcing what a swell guy he is — “gracious” and “much more self-aware than he lets on.” The piece, which appeared in The New York Times last week, has a first-person narrator whose comments about Hitler echo Maher’s kind words for Trump:

Suddenly he seemed so human. Here I was, prepared to meet Hitler, the one I’d seen and heard — the public Hitler. But this private Hitler was a completely different animal. And oddly enough, this one seemed more authentic, like this was the real Hitler. The whole thing had my head spinning.

Maher has criticized Trump in the past. He fancies himself a hard-boiled cynic, but one free dinner from our criminal president turned him into a wide-eyed sycophant. He’s thin-skinned, too. Instead of giving David credit for writing a funny send-up, he said the piece was “not completely logically fair” and “kind of insulting to 6 million dead Jews.” And finally, “There’s got to be a better way than hurling insults and not talking to people.”

“That’s called special pleading,” I said to my neighbor Swamp Rabbit. “Maher has made a career of insulting people who disagree with his opinions about religion, world affairs and cultural issues. He calls himself a liberal, but he loves using the word ‘woke’ to put down anyone who strikes him as left of center.”

“He thinks he’s hip on account of he smokes pot and ain’t never been married,” Swamp Rabbit said. “What’s that about?”

“It’s about his level of self-awareness being less than zero,” I replied. “That’s why he got along so well with Trump.”

Footnote: You can’t be too cautious these days. As Keith Olbermann recently noted, Maher is “a shameless opportunist with no real principles” who might be treading carefully “so he can keep his HBO show.”