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I did NOT have sex with that woman.
You would never have to make that claim.
It's kinda of a given.
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I did NOT have sex with that woman.
You would never have to make that claim.
It's kinda of a given.
The thesis is simple enough: Bill Ayers served as Barack Obama's muse in the creation of Obama's 1995 memoir, Dreams From My Father. Ayers breathed creative life into this ungifted amateur, who had written nothing of note before, and reconceived him as a literary prodigy.
"I was astonished by his ability to write, to think, to reflect, to learn and turn a good phrase," said Nobel Prize-winning novelist Toni Morrison of the Dreams' author. "I was very impressed. This was not a normal political biography." Agreed, it was not normal at all.
For simplicity's sake, I refer to the author of Dreams as "Obama." He provided the basic narrative and surely had the final say. Not content to merely edit, however, the highly skilled Ayers appears to have woven the rough strands of Obama's life with tales from Homer's Odyssey and spun a work of literature in the process.
Ayers leaves scarcely an Homeric trope unturned in his mining of the Odyssey to describe Obama's "personal interior journey." Before he completes his heroic cycle, Obama will confront green-eyed seductresses, blind seers, lotus-eaters, the "ghosts" of the underworld, whirlpools, and about a half dozen sundry "demons." It was not, however, until I identified a menacing one-eyed bald man in Dreams that I became convinced that the parallelism was conscious.
Early in his own 2001 memoir, Fugitive Days, Ayers tips his Homeric hand. "Memory sails out upon a murky sea-wine-dark, opaque, unfathomable," he writes with a knowing wink. "Wine-dark" is quintessential Homer. Best-selling author Thomas Cahill named his book on ancient Greece, Sailing the Wine-Dark Sea. It did not surprise me to learn that Cahill had attended my high school, but then again so had Weather Underground member, Brian Flanagan, who took the same Greek courses I did. Ayers and pals may have been lunatics, but they were literate ones.
Dreams and the Odyssey both begin in media res, a literary technique in which the narrative starts in mid-story and not from the literal beginning. Odysseus's son, Telemachus, is twenty when the Odyssey begins. Obama, now in New York, tells the reader he has just turned twenty-one at the outset of Dreams.
More intriguing, each begins with the young protagonist receiving an unexpected call that inspires him to seek out his missing father. The goddess Athena, in disguise, gives Telemachus the word. In Dreams, it is Obama's Aunt Jane from Nairobi. Odysseus had quit the isle of Ithaca and abandoned his son to fight in the Trojan War when Telemachus was a month old. Obama's father quit the isle of Hawaii and abandoned his son for Harvard when Obama was two.
Ayers, by the way, so liked the dramatic structure of the Dreams' opening sequence that he repeated it in Fugitive Days, which also opens in media res with a dramatic phone call. Ayers learns that the woman he then loved, Diana Oughton, had been killed in a Greenwich Village bomb blast. Like Obama, he has a hard time understanding what he is hearing. He drops the line in shock, and the conversation ends abruptly just as it does in Dreams.
A serious student of literature -- Hyde Park neighbor Rashid Khalidi gives Ayers major credit for helping with his book, Resurrecting Empire -- Ayers has written thoughtfully about the art of the memoir. "The reader must actually see the struggle," he writes in an essay, "Narrative Push/Narrative Pull." "It's a journey, not by a tourist, but by a pilgrim."
Obama hid his Unitarian connections during the campaign. In a 2006 speech, Obama explained:
"I was not raised in a particularly religious household, as undoubtedly many in the audience were. My father, who returned to Kenya when I was just two, was born Muslim but as an adult became an atheist. My mother, whose parents were non-practicing Baptists and Methodists, was probably one of the most spiritual people and kindest people I've ever known, but grew up with a healthy skepticism of organized religion herself. As a consequence, so did I."
But Obama's 2006 speech contradicted his own memoir Dreams from My Father (p17) in which he writes of his grandfather:
"In his only skirmish into organized religion, he would enroll the family in the local Unitarian Universalist congregation...."
Stanley and Madelyn Dunham in 1955 picked up and relocated 2,000 miles from Texas to Seattle. The next year they relocated to Mercer Island specifically so their daughter, Obama's future mother Stanley Ann Dunham could attend Mercer Island High School. Another attraction: The East Shore Unitarian Church, also a hotbed of leftist activism.
One year earlier, Mercer Island schools had distinguished themselves in a way which might have caused others to avoid them. The Chicago Tribune explains,
"In 1955, the chairman of the Mercer Island school board, John Stenhouse, testified before the House Un-American Activities Subcommittee that he had been a member of the Communist Party."
After intense debate, Stenhouse decided not to resign from the school board according to an April 11, 1955 account in Time Magazine.
Stenhouse was not the only leftist connected to the school. The Seattle Times explains:
One respite (from Americans Stanley Ann Dunham looked down on) was found in a wing of Mercer Island High called "anarchy alley." Jim Wichterman taught a wide-open philosophy course that included Karl Marx. Next door, Val Foubert taught a rigorous dose of literature, including Margaret Mead's writings on homosexuality.
Those classes prompted what Wichterman, now 80 and retired in Ellensburg, called "mothers' marches" of parents outraged at the curriculum.
Dunham thrived in the environment, Wichterman said.
"As much as a high-school student can, she'd question anything: What's so good about democracy? What's so good about capitalism? What's wrong with communism? What's good about communism?" Wichterman said. "She had what I call an inquiring mind."
She also showed her politics, wearing a campaign button for Adlai Stevenson. And despite flirting with atheism, she went to services at East Shore Unitarian church, a left-leaning congregation in Bellevue.
The Chicago Tribune mentions a description of the Dunham's chosen church as "The Little Red Church on the Hill". According to its own website, East Shore Unitarian Church got that name because of, "Well-publicized debates and forums on such controversial subjects as the admission of ‘Red China' to the United Nations...." Mercer Island's John Stenhouse, according to his 2000 obituary, once served as church president possibly contributing to the ‘red' label.
The Dunhams moved to Honolulu in 1960 after Ann graduated and quickly became friends with leftists such as now-Rep. Neil Abercrombie (D-HI) and Communist Party member Frank Marshall Davis. Obama's mother-to-be enrolled at the University of Hawaii and soon met Barack Obama Sr. in a Russian language class. She would remain affiliated with the University for most of her life.
Obama's deceptions on Religion
http://www.americanthinker.com/2008/12/obama_from_unitarian_to_libera_1.html
Its only politics, you can't get too caught up in it.
They all do what they must to win. Only Bill Ayers and Obama know if they are truly friends.
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If portions of Audacity sound like outtakes from stump speeches, it is because they are outtakes from stump speeches. This can be proved. What cannot be proved, but what seems likely, is that Obama included just "enough of the narrative voice" from Dreams to maintain continuity between the two books.
The question remains -- who provided that narrative voice? In the criticism of my last two American Thinker articles, only the Washington Post addressed the central issue, and it did so facetiously: "The book [Dreams] is beautifully written and yet, in Cashill's opinion, Obama is - and always was - a crappy (his word, not mine) writer."
Critics, please forget for a minute the parallel styles, words, phrases, images, and anecdotes shared by Dreams and Bill Ayers' books. Forget for a minute Bill Ayers. The three existing samples of Obama's prose before Dreams -- the 1983 article "Breaking the War Mentality," the 1988 article "Why Organize," and his unsigned 1990 Harvard Law Review case note -- are proof enough that Barack Obama is, in fact, a crappy writer.
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In my 25-year career in advertising and publishing I have had to review the portfolios of at least a thousand professional writers. I can tell within three paragraphs whether a writer deserves a second look. Based on any of his pre-Dreams samples, Obama would not have made the first cut. I never would have hired him. No one would have. He is simply a crappy writer.
I have also taught writing at enough levels and under enough different circumstances to know that even the best teacher cannot transform a crappy writer into a great writer. The best that the teacher can hope for is a semi-crappy writer who does not make too many grammatical errors.
Between Harvard and Dreams, Obama had no extra training. In a 2006 article, written while he was still seething, liberal publisher Peter Osnos tells the story of what did happen during those lost years.
According to Osnos, the New York Times did a profile of Obama when elected the first black leader of the Harvard Law Review. The article prompted literary agent Jane Dystel to have Obama submit a book proposal to an imprint of Simon & Schuster. The publisher liked the proposal and advanced him about $125,000. "Several years passed," Osnos writes, "and Obama was too busy finishing law school and embarking on his career to get the book done." Simon & Schuster then canceled the contract, and Obama likely had to pay at least some of it back.
Dystel then approached Times Book at Random House where Osnos was publisher, and he advanced Obama $40,000 more. The newly inspired Obama promptly turned in what Time Magazine has called "the best-written memoir ever produced by an American politician." Osnos believes Obama wrote the book himself, but he was in no position to know that. My publisher has to accept on faith that I am writing my own books. Even my agent does.
Obama's memoir was published in June 1995. In January of that same magical year, Ayers had chosen Obama, then a junior lawyer at a minor law firm, to chair the multi-million dollar Chicago Annenberg Challenge grants. In the fall of 1995, Ayers and his wife, Weatherwoman Bernardine Dohrn, launched Obama's ascent to political stardom with a fundraiser in their Chicago home.
Dreams sold modestly in 1995, and the rights to it eventually reverted to Random House's Crown Books Division, which made a killing on the book after Obama's keynote speech at the 2004 Democratic convention.
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The emergence of Jon Favreau, whom Time Magazine calls a "wunderkind wordsmith," complicates this scenario. After a February 2009 speech to Congress, the Washington Post ran a photo of Obama holding the speech, on the first page of which was clearly printed, "Draft 2/24/09 12pm...Favreau/Rhodes." It even included Favreau's phone number.
According to Wikipedia, "Favreau was hired as Obama's speechwriter shortly after Obama's election to the United States Senate. Obama and Favreau grew close, and Obama has referred to him as his ‘mind reader.'" Obama thought highly enough of Favreau to make him his chief speechwriter for the presidential campaign. The London Guardian reports that Favreau carries Dreams wherever he goes and can "conjure up his master's voice as if an accomplished impersonator."
Of the thirty-eight speeches during Favreau's tenure that found their way into Audacity are we to believe that he wrote none of them? It is much more likely that he wrote all of them. Yes, Obama may have written his thoughts down in longhand, but why would he not have given those notes to his gifted young speechwriter to polish?
Here is what I believe happened. Obama knew he had a problem on his hands when Dreams was republished in 2004. He recruited Ayers to write the (post-modernist) preface to the 2004 edition, but once he was elected to the Senate they both knew that Ayers was poison. To achieve continuity, Ayers, I believe, wrote the prologue to Audacity. It is the best-written part of the book. From here, Favreau took over. An "accomplished impersonator," he labored to make extended passages of Audacity sound like Dreams. It was a good effort, but he simply does not write as well as Ayers does.
Those who think Ayers cannot write either have not read him or do not have the wherewithal to judge him. In a recent critique of us "Internet zanies," Republican bigwig Ken Blackwell (why the attacks from the right?) observes, "Bill Ayers' thoughts have all the leaden quality of most deadening Marxist screeds. Ayers' writing you can't pick up; Obama's you can't put down." No, Ken, Ayers writes very well indeed. Fugitive Days is a better book than Dreams.
To be sure, Obama does not mention Ayers in the acknowledgments section of Dreams. In a similar spirit he slights Favreau in Audacity. He merely thanks a number of his Senate staff, "including Pete Rouse, Karen Kornbluh, Mike Strautmanis, Jon Favreau, Mark Lippert, Joshua DuBois, and especially Robert Gibbs and Chris Lu" for reading the manuscript, but of course, "on their own time."
I imagine that Favreau made his contribution on his own time as well.
Although terrorist emeritus Bill Ayers claims not to have met Barack Obama until the mid-1990s, there is reason to believe that he not only knew Obama much earlier, but that he helped get him into Harvard Law School.
The evidence, substantial if speculative, can be found in an unlikely source, Barack Obama's 2006 bestseller, Audacity of Hope, and it may have been provided by Ayers himself.
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The epilogue identifies this friend as an urban studies professor at Northwestern University, but if there were such a professor, why not name him? What reason would there be to conceal his identity?
A more likely possibility, of course, is that the "older man" was Ayers himself. The conversation between Obama and the man is extensive and impressively well remembered. Since the older man is making points that Ayers himself has made over the years -- especially the need to resist "the culture of compromise"-Ayers would have had no problem recalling and writing such a passage.
The year of the conversation would have been 1988. Ayers and Obama were both in Chicago. Ayers, seventeen years Obama's senior, was indeed an "academic" with a newly minted doctorate of education from Columbia.
Although Ayers did not teach at Northwestern, his wife, Bernadine Dohrn, has, and Ayers himself presented a paper at Northwestern during the time of Audacity's composition. Ayers teaches in the Education Department at the University of Illinois, Chicago, but he has taught at least one course there under the rubric, "Education/Urban Studies."
If the world thinks of Ayers as a terrorist, he likes to think of himself as a civil rights activist. "Most of us had come to our understanding of the world from our involvement in the civil rights and peace movements," he writes in Fugitive Days. This is an identity he has aggressively staked, largely to establish the moral high ground in his endless squabbles with other, less seasoned left wing factions.
Ayers did not complete his doctorate at Columbia until 1987, but Dohrn apparently left New York and began work at the Chicago Law Firm of Sidley Austin in 1984. Ayers seems to have commuted between his wife and children in Chicago and his university in New York from 1984 to 1987. Obama left New York, where he too had attended Columbia University, and arrived in Chicago in 1985.
The National Review's Steve Diamond has documented that both Ayers and Obama worked on a significant 1988 educational reform project in Chicago. Although CEO of a major power company, Commonwealth Edison, Bill Ayers's father, Tom, also worked on this same project. Tom Ayers was a prominent client of Sidley Austin, and it stands to reason that he got Dohrn her job.
Given her contempt conviction for refusing to cooperate in a terrorist investigation, a conviction that prevented her from actually practicing law, Dohrn would have needed major league pull to get hired by a high end law firm like Sidley. A few years later, of all the law firms in Chicago, it was Sidley Austin that hired Obama on as a summer intern. Did Tom Ayers grease those skids as well?
In the educational world, if not in the legal one, the radical past of Ayers and Dohrn made them rock stars. An endorsement from Ayers would have carried real weight at Harvard. If he did help Obama get in, it would have made perfect sense for Ayers to guide his protégé through, to get him the gig at Sidley Austin, to help him write Dreams, to secure him the chair of the Chicago Annenberg Challenge, and to launch his campaign for the Illinois State Senate with a fundraiser chez Ayers.
Ayers surely saw the potential. He was the wordsmith Cyrano to Obama's winsome Christian. Although a political person like Audacity's "older man," Ayers could never hope to woo fair America on his own.
Given Obama's oddly impolitic lurch to the left, David Horowitz has come to think of him as the "Manchurian Candidate." The usually prudent Horowitz wonders out loud who has been whispering in Obama's ear and for how long.
With his fingerprints on the 2006 Audacity of Hope, the 1995 Dreams From My Father, and quite possibly on the 1988 Harvard letter of recommendation, Professor Ayers has to be a suspect.
The major media will not likely tackle the emerging evidence of Obama's stunning literary fraud, but the days of Obama's boasting about his writing skills are just as likely over.
The immediate cause of concern at the White House is Christopher Andersen's largely benign new book, Barack and Michelle: Portrait of an American Marriage.
Andersen contends that the ambitious Obama, unaware of JFK's own literary fraud, hoped to launch his own political career with a book as did John Kennedy with the discreetly ghost-written Profiles In Courage.
Despite a large advance, Obama found himself "hopelessly blocked." After four futile years of trying to finish, Obama "sought advice from his friend and Hyde Park neighbor Bill Ayers." This he did "at Michelle's urging," she being the more pragmatic half of the couple.
What attracted the Obamas were "Ayers's proven abilities as a writer." Barack particularly liked the fluid novelistic style of To Teach, a 1993 book by Ayers. This he hoped to emulate for his own family history. In fact, he had already taped interviews with many of his relatives, both African and American. The key sentence in Andersen's account is the one that follows:
"These oral histories, along with his partial manuscript and a trunkload of notes were given to Ayers." Adds Andersen, "Thanks to help from veteran writer Ayers, Barack would be able to submit a manuscript to his editors at Times Book." The manuscript in question would become Obama's 1995 memoir, Dreams From My Father, what Joe Klein of Time Magazine called "the best-written memoir ever produced by an American politician."
From textual sleuthing, I had come to a comparable conclusion more than a year ago, namely that Obama had "turned the framework of his life over to terrorist emeritus Bill Ayers who roughed it in with his own darker sentiments and experiences." Embedded here is a visual summary of this research, produced by Chris Kusnell. (Part I) (Part II)
Andersen writes from within the gates. He has no agenda. His book is dispassionate, softly liberal and largely sympathetic to the Obamas, particularly to Michelle and her family. A popular celebrity journalist, he interviewed some 200 people for the book, many of them close to the Obama family. The Obamas had likely given at least their tacit blessing to the project. Given that the natural audience for his book skews female and left, Andersen had no reason to invent facts that would alienate his base. He has no track record of doing the same.
Although Andersen cites me on textual comparisons, I was clearly not the source for the personal details of Obama's life. His retelling of the story was based on what he had been told by someone very close to the action. He had access to people who would never have talked to me, quite possibly Michelle herself or even Bill Ayers.
Clearly shaken, the Obama-centric media find themselves in a fix not unlike that of medieval astronomers upon discovery of a new planet. Every time this happened, these geocentrists had to figure out a convoluted new loop to describe the planet's rotation around the earth. So it is with challenges to the Obama myth, even unwitting ones like Andersen's. Obama's acolytes must find some convoluted new explanation to account for each unexpected deviance from the mythic overview.
"I've written two books," Obama told a crowd of students and teachers in Virginia last year. "I actually wrote them myself."
The media should be able to protect his reputation among the willfully blind but don't expect to hear Obama make comparable boasts in the near future.
Barack and Michelle Obama find themselves in an odd psychological trap with Bill Ayers. It finally appears that Jack Cashill's landmark work in exposing the real authorship of Barack Obama's books, has found corroboration in "Barack and Michelle: Portrait of an American Marriage," by Christopher Andersen.
The weight and plausibility of Cashill's findings of similarity between Ayer's writing and Obama's first autobiography were substantial, but now appears confirmed by Andersen.
Cashill writes: With the deadline pressing, Michelle recommended that Barack seek advice from "his friend and Hyde Park neighbor Bill Ayers."
To flesh out his family history, Obama had taped interviews with various family members. Andersen writes, "These oral histories, along with a partial manuscript and a truckload of notes, were given to Ayers."
This brings up a curious and odd psychological situation for the Obamas. They have become rich through the work of the white Ayers. Work that Barack Obama could never have succeeded at alone.
James Lewis noted in 2008: ". . . Barack and Michelle seem to suffer from real feelings of inferiority. Michelle is a Princess of Privilege -- Princeton University, Harvard Law School and her 300K job today. And yet, she tells us that she spent years feeling bad about being black in America, as she told the world in her undergraduate thesis, at the very time when blacks are moving ahead faster than ever before in human history."
Michelle wrote in her thesis introduction, "My experiences at Princeton have made me far more aware of my 'blackness' than ever before," and that "I have found that at Princeton, no matter how liberal and open-minded some of my white professors and classmates try to be toward me, I sometimes feel like a visitor on campus; as if I really don't belong. Regardless of the circumstances underwhich (sic) I interact with whites at Princeton, it often seems as if, to them, I will always be black first and a student second."
At best, she prophesied for herself a marginal future - "further integration and/or assimilation into a white cultural and social structure that will only allow me to remain on the periphery of society; never becoming a full participant."
She has proven to be resentful over the fact that her accomplishments have come through affirmative action and not merit as when told in high school she wouldn't qualify for an Ivy League college because her test scores weren't high enough, and later had trouble with the Illinois bar exam.
A lot of colleges like Princeton also do a bang up job of making sure that minority students (who have included Obama and Sotomayor) never bond early on with whites students by holding separate orientation sessions for them, thus further encouraging any sense of alienation and separateness they feel.
All of Michelle's adult achievements have come through whites. The Ivy League colleges, the law firm she worked at, and then the University of Chicago. The same is true for Barack.
As for Barack, he is half-white and raised as a relatively privileged white boy except for his time in Indonesia when he was bullied for being culturally different and black .
Culturally, though, Barack is white. He learned to think, observe, speak, and imagine life through white culture and family. His life story is the unrelenting quest to purge all that whiteness from himself that he might assume the mantle of his coal black father, and ascend to lead his "people" (the oppressed) to freedom and prosperity out of the hateful clutches of the White Man.
The way for Barack to escape the problem of thinking "white" was to adopt Marxism as a way out of his dilemma: a black who'd been raised white. He now saw the world in purely class and racial terms.
Yet, everything he is and became depended on whites. His privileged education, his community work, his law firm and professorship - all provided by whites.
And Bill Ayers, whose help in Obama's adult life remains hidden to a large extent, has nonetheless been critical. Especially for the money conscious Michelle who complained $600 from a tax rebate to folks was only good enough for a decent pair of earrings, and spends $540 for a pair of fashionable sneakers (or kicks).
"You're getting $600. What can you do with that? Not to be ungrateful or anything. . . And then you go out and you buy a pair of earrings."
The Obamas, both of them, have been accused of being racists. Barack for his Marxist sentiments and worldview, his association with the vicious Rev. Wright ("white people's greed runs a world in need" which he wholeheartedly endorsed vuia 20 years' regular attendance), the remark of his grandmother being "a typical white person", comments in his books, "that's just how white folks' will do ya", and his classic explanation to a group of rich, elite whites how their low class brethren in Pennsylvania are "bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment".
But, some will say, the Obamas are surrounded by whites, they have white friends, they've always worked and played with whites. They can't be racists.
Liberals think that white racists, KKKers must hate all blacks. That's not how it works. A person can very much like, enjoy, work with individuals of other races without any difficulty, but find collective fault or general dislike for another race as a whole.
Barack gives Bill Ayers and the other whites of his circle a pass because they have transcended membership in an evil class of people by despising their own race as much as people from other races and cultures do. Marxists and liberals deracinate themselves in the eyes of people like the Obamas; just as people like Sidney Poitier, Harry Belafonte, Lena Horne, Sammy Davis Junior, Louis Armstrong, and numerous other blacks seemed deracinated and non-threatening to whites throughout the 50's and 60's.
Barack likes individual whites like David Axelrod, Rahm Emanuel, and so on, but he is filled with rage at whites in general for all that went wrong with his childhood, his abandonment by his father, and so forth; whereas Michelle was raised with a chip on her shoulder in white-run Chicago, marinated in the resentments and attitudes of Jesse Jackson and his ilk to blame everything wrong with blacks on slavery and unrelenting, ever oppressive racism of whitey.
Many critics of Obama have observed that the narcissistic Barack appears to be a compulsive liar. Part of that pathology, though, appears to be his ability to convince himself of things that never were.
He loves to repeat his life story in hopes of inspiring others how he was abandoned by his father at the age of two and managed to become President of the United States. Which is no mean achievement. Yet, the facts are that after his birth, his mother never lived with Barack Sr. again. Instead, his mother moved with their newborn baby a mere fifteen days after his birth to Seattle to go to school there.
Barack never knew his father at all. Not even as an infant or toddler.
Granted that his story of abandonment at age two is sad enough that it hardly needs embellishment, still, we see a crumb of pathos in that additional, fictional amount of time that says, "I did know my dad a little for a tiny little while." Kind of like, "we at least had Hawaii for a brief time together."
But he didn't even have that.
So here we have Barack -- raised by whites, protected and privileged by whites, guided by whites, funded by whites, managed by whites, and finally, elected by whites. And someone who has turned all his inner rage into a diatribe against the society of whites and its free markets, liberties, government, culture, traditions, and beliefs.
And we have Michelle, affirmed by whites, promoted by whites, enriched by whites, and angry that all her success came, not from her own community, but as spoils from condescending whites, liberal guilt and noblesse oblige to less brilliant "coloreds" such as herself.
You've had your say, now piss off McCaniac!
The Republicans, by not giving us a decent candidate to vote for allowed the liar to ascend to power where he currently basks in his own glory while McCain tries, once again, to pretend he's channeling Reagan...
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