Kudos to Waverly for an excellent OP.
Clearly your original post was just a little bit too close to home.
My…I didn’t know they were still around. I have a sword made by them I bought in 1983 or 1984 IIRC (and I may not, it was so long ago). It’s still a nice sword too.
…and now that I’ve clicked on the link, I see that my cheap $300 sword from 1984 or so may have appreciated in value. One of those swords similar to mine is going for $7,000! Holy shit.
Here’s a picture of my sword, if anyone cares.
Sweet. I could never justify spending that sort of coin on something like that, no matter how gorgeous (the sword, I mean!) For that amount of money, I could buy 8 nice pistols. 
Very nice pics, though he seems to have gone down the filmic route. I wonder if the sword-canes would need a CC permit in the U.S.? They’re outright illegal in the U.K., alas.
As they are here in CA.
crowmanyclouds,
I admit I should have phrased my demand that Waverly aka fuckwit show somebody selling cheap cast ferrous blades. I’ve been messing with knives and swords for a while. Visited a couple factories and watched a couple custom makers do their thing. Fuckwit apparently doesn’t understand how cheap barstock is for crap alloys or how inexpensive hand labor is in China/Taiwan/Pakistan/India. Hell, Atlanta Cutlery sells/used to sell stuff produced by Windlass (Indian) that was genuinely hand forged. It was crude, the alloys were simple, but they were cheap.
Stamping mills and dies for same are expensive. Those flea-market quality swords aren’t getting stamped from steel plate. Casting a ferrous sword to length, then grinding and finishing it to length isn’t going to be cheaper than grinding it from a piece of bar stock or plate of appropriate width.
IAC, this is far too much energy spent on discussing crap blades. If anybody wants to argue whether Mad Dog Knives or Randall Knives are better, you know where to find me.
Many moons ago–read: 4 years ago–I ordered a little s’prise somethin’ for my then-girlfriend from Fredericks. It has taken letters, two e-mails, and one phone call to get them to stop sending me catalogs. Trust me, getting catalogs of beautiful, scantily-clad women isn’t all it’s cracked up to be:
Frederick’s of Hollywood (who’s mailing department must be staffed by former KGB operatives) continued to send me catalogs after one purchase. They also in turn sold my name and address to Victoria’s Secret, and a couple of other lingerie companies–regardless of the fact that my first name is “Robert” (clearly a dude’s name). This wasn’t a problem at first, but then I moved to a different state. . . and the catalogs followed me. My roommate would pick up the mail, and would smirk at me when they arrived. :dubious: By that time, my then-girlfriend and I are then no longer together, but hey, life goes on.
Fast forward a year or two, when I get deoplyed, and have my mail forwarded. Prudently, I sent them an e-mail saying “Yea verily. I go forth to a Middle Eastern nation, where this sort of stuff ain’t appreciated. Please cease and desist sending me catalogs lest I be set upon either by legal authorities for recieving ‘porn’ or by those in my unit who hit me up for the same catalogs for essentially the same purpose (but for other ends)”. I get a reply message saying “Go forth, noble Tripler, and we shall bother you no more!”. I go, and safely return.
I then get a new apartment. Nigh on two weeks later, what ho? A new friggin’ Frederick’s catalog! Complete with my name on the “To:” line. :smack: I flip through it to observe some more of the notoriously beautiful, scantily-clad women, and then casually toss the useless catalog into the trash. Fast forward a few days later when a friend of mine goes to toss an empty beer bottle into the trash . . . You guessed it! Accusing smirks. :dubious:
Another e-mail, followed by a typed letter, and all seems said and done. Until another damned catalog arrives in the mail. At that point, knowing that I’m again going to parts way more Eastern and far less tolerant in the near future, I call the company and request them to take me off their mailing list. “Not a problem Mr. Tripler. We’ll take you off the list. However, our catalogs are set up 6 - 8 weeks in advance, so you might be recieving one or two more. However, we will stop sending them.” Relatively satisfied, I hang up the phone.
Two months later I’m over here in Afghanistan, just beginning my latest series of misadventures. I think I’m safe from the scourge of panties and lacy little teddies.
Until I get an e-mail from my mother, who recieves my forwarded bills and such: “Rob, you got a catalog from a Frederick’s of Hollywood. Do you want me to send it to you?” :eek: :smack: :smack: :smack:
Sweet Jesus, is there no respite?
Tripler
That particular day, I took a shower in Holy Water to cleanse my soul.
Yes, but which rock?
Mad Dog rawks…but Randall rilly rawks!!! 
[Adam Sandler Voice]
Cold Steel Knives are better!
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[Clench-jawed Ivy-League Voice] Well, yes, if you like subcontracted factory knives, old man…a-ha-ha-ha[/C-JILV] sips martooni
This response wins the “Silenus Smack of the Day” Award. Apply in person.
I’ll just sit here with my Gerbers and watch my lower lip quiver from blade envy.
I didn’t go with the Randall, 'cause
[Ron White Voice]
They don’ make a van…
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Originally Posted by Hypno-Toad
My fault. Maybe it was the phrasing, maybe I’m just a bad tempered fool; one way or another I took your correction as sarcasm. Sorry for calling you an asshole.