"Apart from my various board meetings, gentlemen’s clubs and societies I am bound by blood to never speak of, there just aren’t a lot of spaces for conservative old men like myself. There are even fewer public spaces that my adult children will be seen with me, due to the fact I scoff loudly whenever I see a pride flag or a vegan menu option in their suburb that was quite frankly better when it was a paddock, albeit with less sheep back then."
—The Betoota Advocate, Opinion: Drag Queens, My Children Ignoring My Calls And More Woke Nonsense
"Me? I just... I don't have a lot of boundaries. A well-regulated election is a transmission frequency for God's grace. My only thing is, like, who's the stakeholder, right? I've been tending, you know, my little garden for a hundred years, and then... forty new guys show up in the back of a truck, playing their boombox, and it's put to a vote, and they decide to, uh, give my farm to them. I mean, I'm like, 'So sorry, what happened?!' People trust people who look like them. That's just a scientific fact. They will give more tax dollars to help them. Now, you can integrate new elements, of course, but come on, man! Slowly! I mean, fuck! I like this country. Let's just take a beat before we... fundamentally alter its composition?"
—Jeryd Mencken, Succession
