1893 Grand Exhibition. The world's intro to PBR, hot dogs, ice cream cones and the Ferris Wheel.

1893 Grand Exhibition. The world's intro to PBR, hot dogs, ice cream cones and the Ferris Wheel.
A view through the wheel. The black, horizontal line is the axle, the single largest forging to that time.
"I don't make hell for nobody. I'm only the instrument of a laughing providence. Sometimes I don't like it myself, but I couldn't help it if I was born smart."

1st Sgt. Milton Anthony Warden.
"From here to Eternity"

Paul Valery

"You are in love with intelligence, until it frightens you. For your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time."

The Wisdom of the Ages

"When a young man, I read somewhere the following: God the Almighty said, 'All that is too complex is unnecessary, and it is simple that is needed',"

Mikhail Kalashnikov
"Here lies the bravest soldier I've seen since my mirror got grease on it."

Zapp Brannigan

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Lots of knives! But first, I make fun of George...

Okay.
Fair warning. A good part of the text portion of this post will be devoted to pointing out how stupid and dissembling George Hill (AKA "Psychotic Garden Gnome") is was and ever shall be.
It's easy and it's fun. Is any reason needed but that?
Actually, that's a rationalization.
In fact I find myself compelled, led by God, incapable of resistance, to ridicule this pathetic sap.
In considering him, I'm surprised - actually, I seriously doubt - that he can even dress himself in the morning.
We'll start at the very beginning ("A very good place to start" Julie Andrews).
A few days back, Bastille Day plus one, the genius penned (keyboarded?) this:

"Obama is freaking up in the night. No, I don’t want higher taxes, Mr. President… you jackass. Since you’ve been in office, my income has been lower and the cost of everything has gone higher. My savings are depleted and debt is rising. All of this as a direct result of your policies. Direct and tangible results of the Obama administration’s actions."

Now, he did do a top-notch job on capitalizing all the proper words which is usually difficult for him.
Credit where due.
Just don't read the paragraph that follows. He gets more Creative (that's how ya' do it) on that one.
His debt is higher? His savings are depleted? And this is Obama's fault?
Seems my little "personal responsibility" buddy ought to be clued up to the fact that the Stupidogres finances are his responsibility.
Here's a tip:
Quit buying so much shit!
Christ, in just the past few months he's bought himself a new (used) motorcycle, yet another 1911 and God knows what else.
That fat fuck is one of the most self-indulgent people I've ever come across.
And "...freaking up in the night"?
Really Hill, start drinking. You'll have an automatic excuse for stupid.
And, not to embarrass you (if that's possible) but all your economic woes started before he took office - Dumbass!
George Hamilton Hill IV, the gift that keeps on giving;
Fresh from the great mind, his latest
t:

"I love this. Steve Wynn blows Obama out of the water so hard, it’s hilarious. And he’s absolutely right. I love this so much… when I’m next in Vegas, I’m staying a night at Wynn’s place."

Steve Wynn; he blows all right. Only George knows if it's "hard". That's not my preference but...
Okay, billionaire, parasite, casino-mogul Steve whines; and that is somehow interpreted by the dim, as him "blowing Obama out of the water"?
Dummy, just because he agrees with your idiotic worldview - and has a vested interest in maintaining it - doesn't mean he's got an argument.
And Gimpy, even if your fly-speck of a life ever even intruded on his, you'd be swatted as the insignificant insect you are (We all are - but you think you're one of them).
You're a chump.
And now you're going to toss some bucks Steve's way - next time you're down in "Vegas" paying your stupidity tax.
In thrall to your idiotic vision, you're already dead. You just haven't fallen over.

Okay, deep breath. My God, that clown's exhausting.

Andy guilt-tripped me into remembering that making fun of Stupid is merely my hobby so...
More Bowies etc. who've left home recently or are due to:
The most recent. Blackened iron guard, brass ferrule and a dogwood handle.

















Yet another Mussso...


This one is forged from about six inches of the tang end of a big half-round rasp. The ricasso still has "Nicholson, Black Diamond" legible on the flat side. Antler, ebony and brass.






Another d-guard, this time full tang which was kind of fun.
The actual tang that was part of the blade had to be able to fit through the hole in the guard so I welding a chunk onto it to fill up the space. The welded the tang to the blade and the back of the guard making it very strong indeed.

Another damned Musso, this time lacking the parry strip.
Don't be scared. That's not some Musso spectre at the bottom - just a full size photo that this "discerning" customer sent along so we were golden vis-a-vis proportions and the like.




Fuck-oh-dear...
Behold the Bart Moore Bowie (as interpreted by ...).
This is another knife which is owned by Mr. Musso and the original lacks the parry strip; instead is serrated along the spine.
Okay, lots of folks view this as the holy grail.
Here's a video of a knife guy (Now, don't make fun of his shaved head and goatee - or his utili-kilt) waxing enthusiastic over this knife.
It's got "J. Bowie" etched along the blade.
How cool is that?
Not very, methinks.
At one point, during the middle-ages, there were reputed to be seven different, authentic heads of John the Baptist floating around Europe.
So, this knife shows up out of Mexico around 1910 and Bart Moore's granddad takes it in trade for a ten-dollar debt from some old Mexican guy.
And that slave-trading, smuggling, shitbird Bowie had put his name on it?
I....... don't think so.
It is an interesting knife - and the original is truly old. It's just not what the "true believers" imagine it to be.

Okay, now an Ek knife, only the second of this pattern I've sold.
#4, New Guinea Brush Knife. Spalted myrtle handle.


Now, to make a long story even longer, a V-44.
I really like this knife.
Brass hilt, leather, brass, plexiglas and ebony spacers.
No, you can't have it!
It belongs to the Big Dub.

Don't let the shits get ya' down, ya'll.

2 comments:

Big W said...

I knew you where busy, but holy crap! you weren't kiddin...love all these pieces, glad to see you threw in an Ek amongst all those big bad bowies...hope this isn't the last I've seen of these ; )

Andy said...

Like that D-guard Dan! Badass.
Saw you start to rant on your pal the fatkid and thought for sure you were gonna go off on that stupid fucking video he thought so funny. (Not that I don't usually find FPS (fake) Russian pretty entertaining.)
Guess he takes offense at people being fatter than him shooting melons with big game rifles as well.
Think the other fatdude in the kilt needs Netflix, "Steel Mistress" isn't rare at all.

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