Thank God for Ed and the sun
Kicking and screaming is the only word for it. And we thought we'd come so far. We were world leaders in tech and artisan hipster coffee shops. Being gay was not only not illegal any more, they could get married and be the Taoiseach and everything. Your granny didn't even know we had gay men of Indian extraction in the country and we put one in charge. A lot of people weren't even sure if he was any good. But we put him in charge anyway. Because that's how we roll these days. We don't bat an eyelid at change, at modernity. We had even sorted out the North at one point, letting go of a pointless divide we had clung to for years. We also seemed to have thrown off the yoke of the Church, even though we hadn't quite figured out what to replace it with.
We thought we had come of age.
There was one final matter to be decided, and most people weren't looking forward to it. Most people, for better or worse, don't enjoy the whole abortion conversation. But we were so grown up we thought we could do it, and do it without tearing ourselves apart. Everyone promised a civil debate. And it was going reasonably well. In a bizarre turning upside down of everything we thought we knew, Fianna Fail were promising that if they ever got into government again they would bring in abortion. The weirdest bit there wasn't the abortion bit, but the fact that the natural party of government were no longer the natural party of government.