Under normal circumstances the liar is defeated by reality, for which there is no substitute; no matter how large the tissue of falsehood that an experienced liar has to offer, it will never be large enough ... to cover the immensity of factuality.
For now, it is close enough to have an atmosphere. It is summer. Another hundred years, come winter, it will be so cold the atmosphere will freeze solid and literally fall to the ground. Gravity takes care of everything.