I have long harbored suspicions that the Canadian haircut that sings, Justin Bieber, is the devil incarnate -- the augur of the end of the world. There is much evidence supporting this position, from the aforementioned haircut to the way he terrorizes the otic-sensitive among us with not only his only drivel but that of other pop-saccharine inspired "artists" like Carly Rae Jepsen, who he helped make famous. Now a visit to the Anne Frank house in Amsterdam has further solidified my apocalyptic nightmare. After the visit, Bieber tweeted:
"Truly inspiring to be able to come here. Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber."
I've thought of a number of clever codas, but are they really necessary?
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