Wow. I've been absolutely floored by the response this site got these past few days, especially on Twitter. It's good to see that I'm not the only glype out there that gets rubbed up the wrong way by this.
Thanks to everyone for your efforts in helpin' drive out the Patty-snakes like wee modern-day digital Saint Patricks!
We might not have reached everyone, but we did point plenty of well-meaning folk in the right direction who, to be fair to them, generally took the schooling in good humour. They were probably already plastered, which helps.
Cheers again and see you here next year. Bring your mates. And booze.
— Marcus Campbell, Saint Patrick's Day 2010
Each and every year, millions of Irish, Irish-ish and amateur alcoholics are needlessly distracted from their Holy Tradition of drinking themselves into a stupor in the name of Saint Patrick, a Welsh slave holding the dubious honour of bringing Christianity to an island that would use it as another convenient excuse for everyone to blatter the hell out of each other for centuries.
The source of this terrible distraction?
An onslaught of half-hearted, dyed-green references to St. Patrick's Day as St. Patty's Day.
It eats at them; it makes them angry; it makes them want to fight... you know, more.
It's Paddy, not Patty. Ever.
Paddy's Day? Great.
St. Pat's? Sure.
St. Patty? GTFO!
Paddy is derived from the Irish form, Pádraig, hence the appearance of those mysterious, emerald Ds.
Patty is a burger, or diminutive of Patricia, or a burger called Patricia, or something you do with cakes.
Acceptable wee versions
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Unacceptable eejit versions
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Do your Irish great-great-great-great-grand-uncle proud and set these people straight...