R.I.P., Twice As Mad As Hell
I am on the outside looking in at the current city government furor. I don't even have a good rumor mill source. But apparently one of the casualties of the investigation is Twice As Mad As Hell.
I would like to take a moment to appreciate T.A.M.A.H.
If you were to imagine all the grouches in Quincy -- all those people who:
-- write incoherent, angry letters to the Herald-Whig, which manage to get into print once in a while;
-- sit in the barbershop all morning, griping about the moral decay of today's youth, while waiting for the barber to take another sixteenth of an inch off their flattops;
-- believe that the closing of the Broadway Maid-Rite is a further sign of the decline of Western civilization, and that the only decent places to eat left in Quincy are Sprout's, the Patio, and of course the 12th Street Maid-Rite; and reminisce about the days when Lakeview was just a good hamburger joint where farmers from Liberty could stop on their way to Carson Pirie Scott;
-- attend the KC Barbeque and the St. Anthony's picnic, but complain that the food was better when Old So-and-So was still alive and running the kitchen;
-- believe that every school board member for the last twenty-five years, except Bud Niekamp, has been a participant in a vast conspiracy to take taxpayers' money and turn our childen into effeminate losers;
-- listen faithfully to WTAD, and cheer every time Rush lights into the "feminazis," even though he's never actually met one himself;
and rolled all those grouches into one Great Grouch, the Grouch of All Grouches, you would have Twice As Mad As Hell.
T.A.M.A.H. was a fine satiric persona of the Modest Proposal sort, and his blog posts were often painfully funny, in the same way that a Sam Kinison comedy routine was often funny.....wildly profane, creepily intense, right out there at the edge. My favorite moments were when anonymous commenters would buy T.A.M.A.H.'s routine, hook, line, and sinker, and egg him on to ever greater heights of extravagant invective. I don't know who created the T.A.M.A.H. character, but my hat's off to him or her.
I would like to take a moment to appreciate T.A.M.A.H.
If you were to imagine all the grouches in Quincy -- all those people who:
-- write incoherent, angry letters to the Herald-Whig, which manage to get into print once in a while;
-- sit in the barbershop all morning, griping about the moral decay of today's youth, while waiting for the barber to take another sixteenth of an inch off their flattops;
-- believe that the closing of the Broadway Maid-Rite is a further sign of the decline of Western civilization, and that the only decent places to eat left in Quincy are Sprout's, the Patio, and of course the 12th Street Maid-Rite; and reminisce about the days when Lakeview was just a good hamburger joint where farmers from Liberty could stop on their way to Carson Pirie Scott;
-- attend the KC Barbeque and the St. Anthony's picnic, but complain that the food was better when Old So-and-So was still alive and running the kitchen;
-- believe that every school board member for the last twenty-five years, except Bud Niekamp, has been a participant in a vast conspiracy to take taxpayers' money and turn our childen into effeminate losers;
-- listen faithfully to WTAD, and cheer every time Rush lights into the "feminazis," even though he's never actually met one himself;
and rolled all those grouches into one Great Grouch, the Grouch of All Grouches, you would have Twice As Mad As Hell.
T.A.M.A.H. was a fine satiric persona of the Modest Proposal sort, and his blog posts were often painfully funny, in the same way that a Sam Kinison comedy routine was often funny.....wildly profane, creepily intense, right out there at the edge. My favorite moments were when anonymous commenters would buy T.A.M.A.H.'s routine, hook, line, and sinker, and egg him on to ever greater heights of extravagant invective. I don't know who created the T.A.M.A.H. character, but my hat's off to him or her.
posted by Allthenewsthatfits at 6:44 AM
4 Comments:
His or Her computer is now under file with the outside investigator !
He/she is 20 times as mad as hell......
I tought mad as hell was a 25 year old "yuppie" in his BMW just having fun with us all.
Was he really Mad as hell ? If he was, I am sleeping tonight with the alarm system on and a chair against the door-cus that dude was either joking or nuts....
I miss the hell out of him, or her. Whoever it was it was twice as funny as hell.
He was a grouchy, mean old bastard, I'm glad he's gone, dead, or whatever. He chased my kid out of his yard when a soccer ball was kicked in it. Bastard!! We got a restraining order against him! He'd always say we were stealing from him, we were'nt! I hope he gets ID thefted, or caught up in a good elderly scam!!
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