Sometimes I rail against people whose lives revolve around the next big ballgame or the next episode of American Idol. sinead

And sometimes I envy them.

Every morning I wake up knowing I will find myself in some kind of fight. I never know where the attack will come from. Perhaps from a politician. Maybe from an editorial writer. Or maybe from some well-funded political organization.

No, I don’t know where it will come from, but the fight will find me before the day ends.

I’m not going to lie. Sometimes it becomes very wearisome. I mean, who wants to fight all the time? I would much rather watch a hockey game.  Or read a good fiction book. Or just meander through webpages full of sports statistics and celebrity gossip.

But I don’t.


Because I want Sinead, Brendan and Darian – my children – to live in a peaceful world where they have  some chance of living free to pursue their dreams.

If somebody doesn’t fight for them, they don’t have a chance.