By Brian Boyle, Special to OnMilwaukee   Published Aug 02, 2016 at 10:16 AM

After drawing a lengthy parallel between Christ and the Greek hero Achilles, presumed future Comedy Hall of Famer Louis C.K. turned to the giddy sold out BMO Harris Bradley Center crowd and snarled. The rant master had finally arrived at his point: Raising children – specifically his own two daughters – sucks.

He wasn't simply stating his point, either. He marched across the stage in protest. He mimicked the constant cries and lambasted the incessant attitudes. He filled a swimming pool with dark waters of regret and frustration and annoyance – and then splashed in, cannonball-style.

In short, Louis C.K. was angry again Monday night at the BMO Harris Bradley Center. And I and the rest of the audience couldn’t have been happier.

In his ninth and most recent special, 2015’s "Live at the Comedy Store," C.K. smiled and chuckled throughout. He’d moved past being the outraged grump who can’t stand the sight of one of his daughter’s classmates or the suspicious glares of a fellow building tenant. Instead, he told whimsical tales of bats flying into his beach side vacation home and the charming animal control men who came to the rescue.

"Live at the Comedy Store" is still funny. It’s a great special, in fact. But it somewhat pales in comparison to the half-dozen masterful airing of grievances he had produced before.

It’s completely understandable. He’s happy, and with good reason: He’s officially made it. The man now has six Emmy awards. With FX’s "Louie," C.K. spent six critically acclaimed seasons putting a surrealist stamp on Seinfeld’s School of Semi-Autobiographical sitcoms, while starring as a hero as helpless and existentially lost as the 2016 Milwaukee Brewers. He truly created one of the best shows on TV.

Then, just earlier this year, he did it again with the self-produced, independently-distributed bar stool tragedy "Horace and Pete, doubling as a critique of modern Americana and polarized politics while also exposing our flawed understanding of mental illness (seriously, do yourself a favor and watch "Horace and Pete." Just remember to give yourself plenty of time to digest after).

Was absolutely phenomenal #louisck #louisckmilwaukee #lastsecondsneakpeak #love #10000people

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But now he’s back on tour, doing what made him famous and doing what he does best: standing in front of large groups of people and making them giggle and smile and occasionally shoot liquids out of their nose.

He slashed through P.C. police tape just to enter the rhetorical crime scene, steal all the evidence and indict both the politically ignorant and the political finger-waggers. In one particularly memorable bit Monday night, he didn’t just poke fun at frumpy old widows— he wasn't even aggressively prodding— but rather, he was full out puncturing and piercing. He makes a good point: Angry old people are funny. Then, as the joke tied all the way back around, the audience realizes he’s also joking about how horrible it is the way we treat them.

C.K. tells jokes like Joe Maddon manages baseball teams: keep everything relevant, smart, sharp, tactical, with enough touches of "holy hell, did he just do that?" randomness to keep everyone on their toes. Like baseball’s current whack-job mastermind, C.K. is truly a king of his craft.

He weaves seemingly disparate bits together with "Game of Thrones"-level storytelling deftness. He knows exactly how to play a crowd and exactly when the crowd knows their being played.

40 minutes until I get to see my all time favorite comedian #LouisCK #fangirling

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The set lasted almost exactly 90 minutes, and by God, for 90 minutes, I carefully plotted and planned sips from my beverage in fear of an ill-timed, joke-induced spit take. When C.K. is firing on all cylinders, the belly laughs simply never stop.

And now that we have Angry Louie back, firing all cylinders is the norm. And of course, he’s not really angry at all. He’s no longer mad about the perils of marriage and divorce and kids. Rather, he’s finally found ways to maximize the humor of being a rich and privileged father and ex-husband still dealing with all the same pitfalls (he let’s his oldest daughter bring a friend on vacation— not to make her happy, but rather to keep her from being mean to him).

With a new perspective, C.K. adds another sharp edge to his comedic sword. Life sucks, he complains. It would be so much easier just to leave it all behind, he notes in a typical Louie bit of dark observation. But isn’t that kind of funny?

Angry Louis is funny Louis. Now he’s angry again, but he’s really making fun of angrier people the whole time. And that’s really funny.