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Our elders are fading and it’s time for following generations to pay homage.
Not for nothing have they been artfully described as the Greatest Generation.
They were born in the sad shadows of world war, grew up through a crippling depression and reached adulthood in time to risk all in another world war.
Later, they raised families, built communities, created wealth and set the standard for a fair and responsible society.
They achieved it all with faith, decency, discipline and much good humour.
Before it’s too late Australia should have a Year of the GGs. We owe them at least that much as we sit back while no-gooders try to wreck everything they stood for.
Greg Sheridan eloquently describes the world of his GGs in this touching tribute to his recently departed dad.
And doesn’t this intro scream “READ ON!”?

WHAT can you say of a man so determined to wage war on the Zeitgeist that he would do the following? When a Greenpeace activist knocked on his front door seeking funds, he replied that he couldn’t spare them any time as he was busy cooking a whale on his woodchip barbecue.
I am speaking of my father, John Sheridan, who died last week at the age of 86, nearer actually to 87.

Carpet that creative director. A stuffed toy rhino’s not going to sell a bad pun about ‘feeling horny’ in New Zealand.
But a ram . . . now that’s another concept altogether.
On the other hand, maybe the advertising whizz deserves a rise.
After all, it’s an old campaign and the reaction is getting front page treatment in another country.
Don’t you just love sexy billboard campaigns? They suck in the feminazis and other wowsers every time, guaranteeing their outrage will bring the brand to squillions who would otherwise not view the offending ad.
And of course this blog — dealing as it does with the vital issues of the day — is honour-bound to give readers the full details so they can make up their own minds.
At the centre of the unmentionables furore, the Steelers’ Sheila, Miss Jennifer Hawkins: