Manufactured Noise

“I’ve got my sights set on you,

and I’m ready to aim.

I’ve got a heart that will never be tamed.

I knew you were something special when you spoke my name.

… and I can’t wait to see you again.”

This is a song by ‘Hannah Montana.’  Beyond the obviously contrived and terrible lyrics, I wonder if anyone has told Mrs. Cyrus… setting your sites at someone is aiming.  Regardless, this is a good example on the type of dull garbage the music industry has been heaping on top of everyone’s heads for the past two decades, maybe even longer.   Hannah/Milly here is just another hack who utterly lacks any substance in her music who they will parade around until the precise moment her record sales slip.  Harsh, yes, but much like many singles artists people like her should go away and sink back into obscurity where they belong.  There is an endless surge of new ‘artists,’ if that’s what you want to call them, who do nothing but continue the slow and voracious march towards further stupefying the younger generations and turning them into a population bent only on fucking and buying shit they don’t need with money they don’t have.

Now, in order to indoctrinate the youth into being nice, stupid, and self-centered consumers the record industry has unleashed it’s most insidious of inventions.  Kidz Bop.   Note the ‘z’ implying that children are too fucking stupid to spell words properly but also that they will enjoy pop songs with lyrics primarily consisting of highly sexually suggestive messages, selfishness, cliche’ love songs, and general stupidity.   It’s bad enough having to listen to the Pussycat Dolls without having the lyrics sang by a bunch of little kids off-key.   Actually, in retrospect, that might be an improvement over the regular singers, but only slightly.

It’s well known that pop songs are written by little trolls that work for the recording industry and primarily write whatever will appeal to the lowest common denominator to sell records.   It’s just sometimes worthwhile to explore the lyrical content of these songs too see how low the lowest common denominator is.  So I, being the brave soul that I am, decided to look up the lyrics at random to various songs appearing on the Kidz Bop CDs.   A process I assure you, that was not only painful but mind-numbing.  As you will soon find out, now lets see what awesome lyrics they are exposing children to as ‘kid-friendly.’  Ah here’s a good one by Katie Perry called ‘Hot n Cold!  With a name like that how could it be bad?  Enjoy.

You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah, you PMS like a bitch
I would know

….

‘Cause you’re hot then you’re cold
You’re yes then you’re no
You’re in and you’re out
You’re up and you’re down
You’re wrong when it’s right
It’s black and it’s white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up

You, you don’t really wanna stay, no
You, but you don’t really wanna go, oh

It should be noted that the version the kids sing is probably ten times less painful than Katie Perry’s voice.  Seriously, her voice is terrible and you can hear her taking breaths in the songs, deep ones.   She sounds like she’s a smoker, a heavy one.  Not only can this dumb bitch not sing, but she employs the most generic, irritating, overall cornball lyrics of any of the most recent pop ‘stars.’  Just marvel at the brilliance here, ‘you’re yes then you’re no.’  Wow, and the use of the cliche ‘you change your mind like a girl change’s clothes’ both ensures that no one listening to the song will have to bother using their brains at all and saves the song writer from having to use any real talent, which I’m sure he’s thankful for that since he obviously lacks any.   That’s really the intention of most of these current pop songs anyway, just a ‘nice beat’ and then you can forget all about it and move on to the next song or artist they are currently shoving down everyone’s throats on the radio.

Next up we a song by Pink, urgh…. called … So What.

I guess I just lost my husband
I don’t know where he went
So I’m gonna drink my money
I’m not gonna pay his rent(nope)
I got a brand new attitude
And I’m gonna wear it tonight
I’m gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight
Na na na na na na na
I wanna start a fight
I wanna start a fight

So…
So what!
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don’t need you
And guess what?
I’m havin’ more fun
And now that we’re done
I’m gonna show you
Tonight…
I’m alright
I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So…
So what!
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don’t want you tonight

Check my flow (uhh)

The waiter just took my table
And gave it to Jessica Sim…(Shit)
I guessI’ll go sit with drum boy
At least he knows how to hit (Whoops)
What if this song’s on the radio?
Somebody’s gonna die
I’m gonna get in trouble
My ex will start a fight
He’s gonna start a fight
We’re all gonna get in a fight

Ugh.   Everything about this song is not only annoying, but childish and immature in the extreme.  First it starts with a childish taunt ‘nahnahnahnahnah’ and goes on about Pink’s apparent breakup with who-gives-a-fuck.   Yeah, writing a song about your ex and talking about sticking it to him and generally acting like a retarded spoiled cunt really makes a person look good.   In addition to being a thinly coated vessel to whine about her ex in song form, the lyrics also display Pink’s relative confusion as to what genre of music she’s associated with.  Pink is not a fucking rockstar, she’s a popstar.   Notice also the oh so ‘tongue in cheek’ and tough grrl blurbs.  OMG Pink is liek soooo controversial cuz she took a dig at Jessica Sim…(shit).   This song teaches the children a valuable lesson, never use wise divorce mediation or even be more careful with your relationship choices when you can showboat and whine about it in public like a trumped up attention whore.

Next is a delightful diddy from the Pussycat Dolls, called When I Grow Up.  Oh I can’t wait.

Boys call you sexy (What’s up, sexy)
And you don’t care what they say
See, every time you turn around
They screamin’ your name
Now I’ve got a confession hahaha
When I was young I wanted attention hahaha
And I promised myself that I’d do anything hahaha
Anything at all for the boys to notice me hahahaha

But I ain’t complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say
You know what it’s like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
‘Cause see when I was younger I would say

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies
When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have Groupies
When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines
When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene

Now, unless you’re an idiot you can probably see how these lyrics look like they were written for vapid and empty-headed whores and wonder why they would put a song about being a spoiled famous brat who does whatever they can to get attention on a CD intended for children.   Aside from that, this song is awful enough on it’s own to warrant it being played as a war crime.  It’s all a part of the new musical trend where the ‘artists’ feel it’s generally a good idea to brag about how much they have over everyone else even though most of the time the record  company actually owns everything from their souls to the soles of their overpriced Nike sneakers.   This song proves one thing, either whoever picks the songs wasn’t paying much attention or they would prefer that this be the type of things kids grow up listening to.  It’s not like the current generation isn’t stupid and selfish enough, lets make the next one even dumber.

Oh up next is American Boy by Estelle, surely this will enrich the children’s lives.

He said, Hey Sister.
It’s really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who’s just my type.
Like the way he speak here, his confidence is peaking.
Don’t like his baggy jeans but I’m a like what’s underneath them.
And no I ain’t been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York’s wide awake.
But first let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my bedroom.
I’m like this American Boy. American Boy.

Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come pick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy. American Boy.

Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let’s go shopping maybe then we’ll go to a Cafe.
Let’s go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I neva been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker’s looking Fresh to death I’m lovin’ those Shell Toes.
Walkin’ that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I’m likin’ this American Boy. American Boy.

…

[Kanye West:]
Who killin’ em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
Because most of this press don’t f**k with me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
Don’t act a fool now now.
I always act a fool oww oww.
Ain’t nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin’.
White Pino I know what you’re drinkin’.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you’re blinkin.
What’s you’re persona,
About this Americana Rhymer.
Am I shallow cause all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he’s broke.
And I know you’re not into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CAAASH.
Cause a lot wags wanna hear it.
And I’m feelin’ like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish.

Oh boy, where to begin with that, well beyond that idiot Kanye West’s awful attempts at rhyming.  Down with now with oww, really?  Down and now don’t even fucking rhyme!  Also kudos to him for managing to mention cash, bling, and designer clothes as though it’s relevant in every fucking song he’s in.   The line that makes me laugh, especially when you consider hearing a bunch of little girls singing it is “Don’t like his baggy jeans but I’m a like what’s underneath them.”  Yeah.  Estelle, after being paraded around the world by a gangsta rapper and being taken to Paris and even, oh lord, the hood to be shown what’s good, is gonna grope Kanye’s pants for his chocolate crotch anaconda.   That’s a good and delightful visual to give the little kids.   Also the super intelligent language is just epic,  I’m a like’  because saying ‘I’m going to like’ is so much harder.   I swear with this recent influx of just flat out leaving out words it’s like pop culture is slowly sending us all back to the cavemen days.   Soon we’ll communicate with grunts and sentences like “me is going hump”  or “me gots da bling ugga bugga!”  This song teaches children, more specifically little girls, the importance of dating someone obsessed with money and superficiality like jewelry and designer clothes and being co-dependent on them to take them around the world.

Anyway, next up on Kidz Bop is a song by Disney manufactured mediocre musicians the Jonas Bros.   The latest and greatest band for trendsters to follow like mindless consumer sheep.   Hannah Montana isn’t nearly as dreamy.

Joe: Dude, they’re totally lookin’ at me.
Kevin: Joe, they’re not lookin’ at you.
Joe: She looked over at me again.
Kevin: No, she didn’t Joe.
Joe: She just waved at me.
Kevin: No, she didn’t.
Nick: Does Joe look obvious staring?
Joe: Why do you think that, dude?
Big Rob: Hey guys, I got a new video shoot for you.
Joe: Oh, awesome.
Nick: Finally.
Kevin: Cool.

I’m hot
You’re cold
You go around
Like you know
Who I am
But you don’t
You’ve got me on my toes

I’m slippin’ into the lava
And I’m tryin’ to keep from going under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
‘Cause I’m burnin’ up
Burnin’ up for you baby

C’mon girl

I fell (I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Can’t hold myself… Back
High heels (high heels)
Red dress (red dress! )
All by yourself
Gotta catch my breath!

…

[Big Rob]
We’re burnin’ up in the place tonight
Gonna sing it loud
[JB]
Gonna feel it right
[Big Rob]
Get up and dance don’t try and fight it
Big Rob’s for real
[JB]
And that’s no lie
[Big Rob]
Stop, drop, and roll
[JB]
And touch the floor
[Both]
Keeps on burnin up
[Big Rob]
More and more
[Big Rob]
I got JB with me
[Both]
Layin’ it down
[Big Rob]
Now come on boys
Lets bring the chorus around!

[Chorus]
I’m sinkin’ into the lava [Big Rob: Yeah]
And I’m tryin to keep from going under [Big Rob: Yeah]
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter [Big Rob: Yeah come on Nick]
‘Cause I’m burnin’ up
Burnin’ up for you baby
Burnin’ up for you baby

Now, first off let me apologize for that.   I almost died laughing reading these.  I swear these Jonas Bros. are like Hanson Part 2.  Granted this is a kid’s safe song, it’s just more so filed under my ‘generic love song’ heading along with about 90% of all music played on the radio.  I also like the dialogue at the begining, so real and heartfelt.   Definitely not an appeal to the target audience of this slop to get them all riled up that the Jonas Bros could one day be talking about them.  Still my favorite part has to be when they actually say ‘stop drop and roll’ like listening to this song is a fire drill.   Get it?  Cuz they’re burnin up just for you little girl, Jonas Bros T-Shirts and CDs are available after the show for the price of $20, and remember… Nick totally was lookin at chu babi.

It continues, up next is another Miley Cyrus song, a heartfelt and soulful tune called 7 Things.

The 7 things I hate about you!
The 7 things I hate about you, oh you
You’re vain, you’re game, you’re insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don’t know which side to buy

Your friends, they’re jerks
When you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

…

When you mean it, I’ll believe it
If you text it, I’ll delete it
Let’s be clear
Oh, I’m not coming back
You’re taking 7 steps here

Apparently in addition to not knowing that setting your sights is aiming, Miley can’t count.  It says 7 things but she lists 7 then adds another reason for a grand total of 8!  He’s vain, he’s game (wtf), he’s insecure, he loves her, he likes some other chick, he makes her laugh, he makes her cry (7 so far!) and then to top it all off for #7 he makes her love him.   Which is in fact, 8.  Brilliant!  Bonus points for mentioning text messaging in a song to further indoctrinate kids into co-dependency on electronic communications.   This song teaches the children a very valuable lesson, knowing how to count can keep you from looking too stupid.   Thanks Miley.

Next is Tailor Swift’s Love Story, if you can manage to read these lyrics without wanting to vomit or punch something please leave this site now and never come back.

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don’t go, and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I’ll be waiting all there’s left to do is run
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess
It’s a love story baby just say yes

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet ’cause we’re dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while

‘Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
But you were everything to me
I was begging you please don’t go and I said

…

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you is fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head? I don’t know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, marry me Juliet
You’ll never have to be alone
I love you and that’s all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It’s a love story baby just say yes

I don’t know why exactly girls have this insane idea that Romeo and Juliet are the most perfect metaphor for their relationships, and I have no idea why a story where two teenagers who basically want to fuck inadvertently kill themselves in an act of self-destructive shortsighted stupidity and bring ruin down upon their families is some sort of ideal love affair to live up to.   Not only that, but I love the messages here, really breaking it down for people, princes and princesses and OMG then they get married and everything is fantastic!  Yeah, aside from the fact that this mushy cliche-fest would make any sane person want to gag, it also has produced such insightful comments on the lyrics site as this one,”I LUV DIS SONG!!! ITS IS BEAUTIFUL AND SHE HAS A BEAYTIFUL VOICE.”   That could have been written by a 12 year old, and then again it could have been written by an adult.   Try to sleep knowing that.   Also, this girl is 16 years old, so someone please tell me the bizzare facination with getting 16 year old girls to sing songs about getting married and torrid love affairs?   Wishful thinking for the pedos in the audiance perhaps.

Next is a song by the new Tina Turner, Rhianna called Take a Bow.

You look so dumb right now
Standing’ outside my house
Trying’ to apologize
You’re so ugly when you cry
Please, just cut it out

And don’t tell me you’re sorry ’cause you’re not
Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught

But you put on quite a show
Really had me going
But now it’s time to go
Curtain’s finally closing
That was quite a show
Very entertaining’
But it’s over now (but it’s over now)
Go on and take a bow
Oh…

Hrm… you know this song sounds oddly familiar.   It’s almost like it’s a slightly reworded version of an already existing song.   Here’s a hint, look for the same song name by Madonna.   Besides being a somewhat unoriginal this song this is basically inoffensive unless you have taste.  Moving along…

Here’s a delightful little tune by Sean Kingston called Take You There.

Baby girl I know it’s rough but come with me
We can take a trip to the hood
It’s no problem girl it’s my city
I could take you there
Little kid wit guns only 15
Roam in the streets up to no good
When gun shots just watch us, run quickly
I could show you where

As long you’re with me
Baby you’ll be alright
I’m known in the ghetto
Girl just stay by my side
Or we can leave the slums go to paradise
Baby it’s up to you,
It’s whatever you like

Yeah baby, just hang wit da kool gangsta in da hood, if people be shootin gatz he know where u be to fo shlivf ya know dawg son word.   Yeah that’s real romantic, come with me to the hood and I’ll show you how to run from deranged fifteen year old kids with guns who will probably shoot at us, but it’s cool cuz my mom’s house is bullet proof.   Love that duality as well, the guy can take the girl to paradise but somehow he thinks the chick would choose the excitement of being shot at by crackheads.    The children can sure get behind a message like that, Mr. Kingston.

Oh look, it’s Ike’s new song… here’s Chris Brown’s With You.

I need you boo,
I gotta see you boo
And the heart’s all over the world tonight,
Said the heart’s all over the world tonight
I need you boo, (oh)
I gotta see you boo (hey)
And the heart’s all over the world tonight,
Said the heart’s all over the world tonight

Hey! Little mama,
Ooh, you’re a stunner
Hot little figure,
Yes, you’re a winner
And I’m so glad to be yours,
You’re a class all your own
And…
Oh, little cutie
When you talk to me
I swear the whole world stops
You’re my sweetheart
And I’m so glad that you are mine
You are one of a kind and…

“Aw baby you’re just my little snuggie wuggy cutie bear.  Who’s my little pookie bear? You’re my little pookie bear.  Now how come you didn’t answer my phone calls last night?  BITCH I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!  WHORE!” Insert various beating noises, like slabs of meat being smacked against pavement.

Chris Brown is probably the last person you’d want pick to write mushy love songs, I mean just look at that.  It looks like it was written on the back of a third grader’s valentine’s day card, you know, next to the pack of sweet tarts crudely superglued to it.  It’s very awkward looking, and has just the very rudimentary understanding of courtship.   I’ve taken more romantic dumps, and at least I’ve had the courtesy to flush them, most of the time, without showing it to anyone.  First of all, it’s fairly obvious this guy’s idea of a romantic date is one where he doesn’t scream in the girl’s face then deliver an uppercut to her tit.  Second, once again I must ask why there are so many mushy love songs on a CD designed for children who’s understanding of the opposite sex is probably limited to ‘the ones with the cooties?’  Trust me, there’s quite a few love songs I left out of this just because I feared it would start to get incredibly redundant.

Here’s a song on the CD by one of the people who’s almost single handedly destroying the concept of music, Fergie.   The song is called Clumsy, and for once there’s some truth in advertising.

You know this ain’t the first time this has happened to me
This love sick thing
I like serious relationships and uh
A girl like me don’t stay single for long
‘Cuz everytime a boyfriend and I break-up
My world is crushed and I’m all alone, but
The love bug crawls right back up and bites me
And I’m back

Can’t help it
Girl can’t help it (in in love)
Can’t help it
Girl can’t help it (oh god)
Can’t help it
Girl can’t help it (I’m back in love)
Can’t help it
Whooo hoo hoo
Can’t help it
GirL can’t help it (I’m back in love, yeah)
Can’t help it
Girl can’t help it (I’m back in love, yeah baby)
Can’t help it
Girl can’t help it (I’m back in love, yeah)
Can’t help it (I know you got me)

You got me trippin’ (oh), stumblin’ (oh)
Flippin’ (oh), fumblin’ (so)
Clumsy ’cause I’m fallin’ in love (in in love)
You got me slippin’ (oh), tumblin’ (oh)
Sinkin’ (oh), crumblin’ (so)
Clumsy ’cause I’m fallin’ in love (in in love)
So in love with you

Ergh.   This song’s tempo was obviously devised by someone who was on the bottle at the time, it’s borderline painful to listen to just from that alone, but when you factor in Fergie’s very mediocre and very simplistic lyrics I find myself wanting to punch a mime.   Well, that’s not a good example at all since I always want to punch a mime.   Okay, it makes me want to punt a midget.   Teach those little bastards to lay their midget spawnling eggs in my air vents.   Anyway, the lyric content of this song is truely baffleing, and just makes Fergie come off like a fickle idiot.  So she likes serious relationships, but breaks up all the time, and then falls back in love just as quickly.   Clearly, this should be taught to children as a positive trait.   Remember kids, constantly seek out failed relationships.  Long term is so, uncool.

Here’s another awesome song by someone named, Danity Kane.   See if you can determine the song’s name from the lyrics, trust me it won’t be hard.

Do, Do you got a first aid kit handy?
Do, Do you know how to patch up a wound?
Tell me,
Are Are Are Are you,
Are you patient, Understanding?
Cuz I might need some time to clear the hole in my heart and I
I’ve tried every remedy
And nothing seems to work for me
Baby, (baby)
This situation’s driving me crazy
And I really wanna be your lady
But the one before you left me so

Damaged, Damaged
Damaged, Damaged
I thought that I should let you know
That my heart is
Damaged, Damaged
So Damaged, (So Damaged)
And you can blame the one before
So how you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it (Baby I gotta know)
How you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it (What you are gonna do?)
How you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it (Baby I gotta know)
How you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it (What you are gonna do?)

…

Can you fix my H-E-A-R-T
Cuz it D-A-M-A-G-E-D
Can you fix my H-E-A-R-T
Tell me are you up for the challenge
Cuz my heart is

My heart is
Damaged,
Damaged,
Damaged.

Repeat 5x.

Hey guys, I think this girl’s heart  may be damaged, just a hunch.  Gotta love the spelling b in the middle of the song, and the repetition.   I like this song, the girl’s heart has been … damaged… by some guy she was dating before, but she likes the new guy more.   So what does she do?   Expects the man to fix her problems!   That’s always a healthy way to start a relationship.   “Hey baby, I really love you … my life is so awful fix everything now!“  Odds are she’ll send her man running from her faster than a person with half a brain would turn this annoying song off.   No one wants to start a relationship being forced to fix the problems of a previous lover because the other person is unwilling to do anything to fix it their own damn self.   Keep teaching those little girls to be co-dependent on men to fix everything in their lives Kidz Bop.   Even the problems they create themselves.

Let me close this out with a real hum-dinger if there ever was one… Party Like A Rockstar by the Shop Boyz.

T-t-t-totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rockstar
Party like a rock
Party like a rockstar
Party like a rock
Party like a rockstar
Party like a rockstar

T-t-t-totally dude!

I’m on it, a money makin mission
But I party like a rockstar
Flyin’ down 20 lookin’ good in my hot car
You know them hoes be at my show
Worried bout where my chain go
I uh rubba in ma pants
But these hoes won’t let my thang go

I uwa like I uwa
Cuz you know them hoes be tryin us
Hoe don’t you know I fuck wit fine diamonds
That look like Pa-me-la
They fine and they hot bra
When I’m in the spot bra…
I PARTY LIKE a ROCKSTAAARRR!

…

Bitches wanna marry me
They see me they just might panic
My ice make em go down quick
Like the TITANIC!
Yeah, I’m wit da shop boyz
You know what we do
I’m surfin’ screamin’ kowabonga
TOTALLY DUDE!

I’m surfin…. screamin… kowabonga.   Someone actually wrote this shit.   Now I’m not an idiot, I know they change the lyrics slightly when the Kidz Bop kids sing these stupid songs.    That doesn’t change the fact that when it comes to songs which constantly refer to women as ‘bitches’ and ‘hoes’ and quite clearly talk about girls going down on or groping the singer’s cocks, it might not be the smartest idea in the world to add these songs to the mighty Kidz Bop song library.   I don’t know what music did to the Shop Boyz to make them hate it so much, but judging by the idiocy on display here I’d have to assume that music burned their village to the ground, murdered their fathers and sold their mothers as sex slaves to fat Persian men.   That’s the only thing that could possibly jusfity writing something this retarded.

When you examine these lyrics you see a lot of what I’ve already stated before, sexual overtones, consumerist appeals, generic mushy love songs, and superficial and retarded messages on how to cope with life’s little problems.   If Kidz Bop was more popular and if the children absorb even half of these concepts then I fear for the future more than I ever did when George W. Bush was still president.

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