My uncle. He's a conspiracy enthusiast and obnoxiously arrogant about his opinions to boot. Like, if you like your coffee differently than he does, then you are objectively wrong and also a moron because only his method of coffee-brewing is correct.

You can't talk with him because he'll just resort to Bill O'Reilly tactics by screaming at you and tacking on a laundry list of mutually exclusive slurs.

Anyway, he adopts any conspiracy theory he hears of and then some more, no matter how much they all conflict or how ludicrous they are.

I wish I could just say that he's a fundamentalist Christian eschatologist 9/11 truther birther 2A doomsayer like other members of my family. But no, he also tacks on gold humbugging, ancient aliens, and government poisoning schemes of all sorts, as well as some of his own syncretic twists involving astrology, psychics, time travel, et alia.

The last conversation I had with him was around last Christmas, where he was regaling my immediate family (whom I've fortunately mostly inoculated against the mind viruses of our familial extensions) about the tale of the Coral Castle. That collection of rocks made by a mailman in Florida, right? Simple fulcrum techniques to move the rocks around, nothing out of order, but a magnet to conspiracy theorists.

Well, to summarize his position in the most generous possible manner, he thought that the Coral Castle was assembled by antigravity rayguns provided to said mailman by the cabal of aliens who had previously given the tech to the Egyptians and, get this, the Nazis. They had Nazi sympathies, apparently, so they gave Hitler and his scientists their antigrav secrets, and that's why the Americans wanted to recruit said scientists in the aftermath. "I know," he said, "about fulcrums, SBK. They just don't explain things here."

Of course. And Aryan aliens with magic tractor beam guns are the obvious explanation.