It’s every Gen-Xer’s worst nightmare. Your elderly relative, naive to the treacherous ways of the internet and far too trusting of official-looking documents, falls prey to a wildly unhinged conspiracy theory, goes on eNCA to expound in credulous and yet sexy tones about said conspiracy, gets hailed by the Zupta faction as a teller of truths and then has to retreat in disgrace to their palace with nothing to get them through their autumn years but millions and millions of rand...