I know an old liar, he was born in 1942. I knew early on in our relationship that he was a liar. He told me he was drafted into the Canadian Army. He is four feet tall and doesn't meet the height requirement for any army. I knew right away that he was lying because I'd done a high school history project on the conscription crisis of 1917 (the last Canadian draft). There were lots and lots of other stories (all lies) and I began to remove myself from engaging with him. Then he started telling racist (N) jokes. I told him; "I don't like you jokes" The jokes ramped up at that point. I stayed away from him. Then, I guess he was pissed, he started telling lies about me. I told the asshole off. Now he's got cancer. It's seems like everybody wants to know how I feel about him having cancer. I won't tell them, the next person who asks will get shit on by me, big time (MYOB) The truth is people get cancer.... Sometimes those people are good people, sometimes they're dispicable fucking assholes. Do I care that a compulsive lying racist has cancer? Not one little bit. Drop dead. A-hole.