In this nutball world, it takes a special person to fight the honest fight and look out for our forebears, who sweated to give us a framework with which to communicate. A simple set of rules in the hopes that we might properly convey our meaning more accurately.
Until now, I have been flying solo, fighting a lone crusade against an army of heathens who are willing to die for their right to use 'it's' instead of 'its', 'your' instead of 'you're'–and that most vile of creatures: "That belongs to Diane and I".
No longer so. As of this moment, I am sanctioned by all monotheistic (hell, even polytheistic) religions. Thanks to my fellow writer over at Man vs. Clown, who no doubt shares my plight, I was made aware of a wonderful test of both grammar and style. One can show off one's results as such:
How grammatically correct are you?
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
Congratulations! If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be. You can smell a grammatical inaccuracy from fifty yards. Your speech is revered by the underlings, though some may blaspheme and call you a snob. They're just jealous. Go out there and change the world.
Take this quiz!
And so the quest continues; only this time, I'm good enough to put in your mouth at communion time.