When I was growing up, and even now, my Mom would say that the thing she most couldn't stand was lying. She hated lying, and indeed, if she caught me out in a lie, I got punished for sure.
Now, there's a man here, and there's a story she LOVES about him. It has to do with making people think that he has cancer, though he doesn't, and thus things are done which convenience him greatly and inconvenience 100+ other people somewhat.
My Mom thinks his doing this is witty and wonderful, and doesn't seem to connect it at all to the lying she hates.
It's not like this is a story of some poor guy sticking it to "the man" because this guy is/was way more privileged than most.
I don't get it.