He is the patron saint of tiny little nuclear explosions covered with confetti and extra-hot habenero sauce, held aloft in a pinata made out of plastic explosives and JuJuBees, and the pinata is being sung to by hypnotized laser-eyed Rottweilers that bark, and when they bark, M&M's fly out.
Happy Sam Edmund Botswain's Day!!!!!
:-P
Of where, exactly?