Happy Maewyn Succat Day!

That may have been St. Patrick's born name.

Maewym Succat.

St. Succat has a pretty good sound to it, actually.

St. Succat's day.

Succat!

Maybe the church wasn't so into having a St. Succat.
It might sound less funny to them, than it does to me.


Words from the actual St. Patrick, his Declaration.

I saw a man coming, as it were from Ireland. His name was Victoricus, and he carried many letters, and he gave me one of them. I read the heading: "The Voice of the Irish". As I began the letter, I imagined in that moment that I heard the voice of those very people who were near the wood of Foclut, which is beside the western sea—and they cried out, as with one voice: "We appeal to you, holy servant boy, to come and walk among us.

Damn all of that, though, let's go drink green beer - you Blarney stone kissing, leprechaun loving, potato munching, celtic tattoo sporting, riverdancing, Bono bangers!


Eire!

Succat!