DonDiego is unfamiliar with this Mr. Bieber, . . . or his music. Off hand DonDiego cannot think of even one of his musical offerings, . . . Oh, wait. DonDiego vaguely remembers some ditty that went something like: "Baby,Baby, Baby, . . . Baby, Baby, . . . Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, . . . Baby." Or something like that.
In any case DonDiego doesn't have time to hate, especially a pop-singer who means him no harm. He is otherwise occupied.