This is bad of me, I’m told, but I can’t help it.

I’m glad to hear Clifford Olson is dying.  It seems for once, the right person got cancer.  And how bad a person am I?  I even find myself hoping that he’s in pain. 

It’s not the sort of thing you’re supposed to think, let alone admit, but Olson is a monster.  Molesting and murdering 11 children wasn’t enough.  He continued to torment their families for decades after with frivolous lawsuits, attempts at early parole and even making videos where he described his crimes in detail.

In my life, it seems the people who get cancer are always the good people.  And I find myself thinking that there are plenty of people more deserving of such a fate.  People such as Olson.

It's not as if this is some flip observation from someone who's never seen what cancer does.  I’ve seen people fighting cancer in the end stages...friends and family.  I know what they endured.  I know there are others with much more personal experience of the horrors of cancer, who will find it impossible to wish that on anyone else, no matter how monstrous their actions.  I guess they're better people than me and I respect their ability to find compassion.  I can't.

The truth is that the justice system couldn’t do much to Olson.  In fact, it paid him 100 thousand dollars to  buy his cooperation so that police could locate the bodies of some of  his victims.

It seems to me that Olson is finally seeing some karma for his actions.  And I don’t apologize for feeling it is a small measure of justice if he experiences some hell in his final days.