But, Partridge's habit of dissing the Church of England attracted the ire of novelist Jonathan Swift, who was also a priest and who somewhat rightfully took issue with Partridge's right to call the Church out for bullshit when Partridge was an astrologer and not a theologian.
"Venus in Capricorn's moon says rain is imminent and God is bullshit."
So, Swift decided to stick it to the guy by posing as an astrologer himself and predicting Partridge's death, just to see what would happen. He adopted the pseudonym "Isaac Bickerstaff," presumably because no one would suspect the authenticity of an astrologer with the most English name in recorded history, and published his own astrological almanac in 1708 that predicted Partridge would die from a "raging fever" at exactly 11 p.m. on March 29, just seconds after a one-hour block of Night Court on WGN.
The public couldn't discern Swift's prank from any of the other crap that was being peddled at the time, so they ate it up. Of course, Partridge failed to even come down with the sniffles on the day of his predicted death, but that didn't stop Isaac "Star-Crusher" Bickerstaff from releasing a eulogy announcing Partridge's demise, referring to the departed astrologer as "a cobbler, starmonger, and quack."
The fact that it was written in sarcastic verse apparently wasn't a tip-off.