I won't break out in a "happy dance" but I feel no sympathy for someone who is finally going to face death when he escaped it at the expense of another forty years ago.
Grand overarching human empathy -- like the cake -- is a lie. Old Ted meant nothing to me, so his impending death is not sad or joyous, it simply is.
There's nothing to see here but apologists rewriting history and guilt-ridden finger-wagging.
