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O, are you here, too, Mr. Prez?

Beyoncé’S Star Mangled Banner is a hoax on America.

The bigger-than-her-britches singer cast shame on her good friend, the president of the United States, and on all proud citizens of this country. She even managed to slime world- famous German lip-syncers Milli Vanilli when the inevitable comparisons were made.

For Beyoncé, apparently, plagiarized the Vanillis by moving her lips while performing the National Anthem at President Obama’s second Inauguration.

But no words came out.

With her nonperformance, Beyoncé did more than simply play a Manti Te’o-style scam on gullible fans. The diva mutilated America’s most treasured and patriotic song, at an event held to celebrate a man who has earned the proudest achievement an American can attain.

Barack Obama was re-elected president. And all he got were Beyoncé’s empty lips.

If I were Obama, I’d be mighty steamed. (Or maybe relieved that she drew all available oxygen away from his head.)

Even the lone surviving member of Milli Vanilli is guilty only of having lip-synced pop songs, not a difficult ditty that’s fallen out of favor with the amoral Hollywood crowd.

But Beyoncé — who thought the subterfuge was no big deal, a source told US Weekly — was too busy or too cold to actually sing for Obama. She hightailed it out of Washington before the fireworks erupted over her Star-Spangled malfunction.

Skipping the inaugural balls, she had dinner with husband Jay-Z Monday night in New Orleans.

By playing hooky on the president’s proud night, Beyoncé surprised even Obama, the gossip Web site MediaTakeOut.com reported.

The site wrote that Beyoncé exhibited “Me, Me, Me!’’ behavior. She boycotted the balls and left town after brunch because she was miffed at being told she could either perform the anthem or debut a new song at an inaugural ball — not both. She chose to sing the anthem.

Mistake!

(RumorFix.com defended Beyoncé, saying she flew South after the Inauguration to start rehearsing for the Super Bowl halftime show on Feb. 3.)

With that much time to prepare for the Super Bowl, Beyoncé, surely, will actually sing for an event celebrating man-muscles and testosterone.

At the Inauguration, members of the United State Marine Corps Band ridiculously pretended to play their instruments during the anthem after being told at the last minute that Beyoncé was using a prerecorded vocal track.

“Those were the instructions given, and we didn’t know . . . the reason why,’’ said Kristin DuBois, a spokeswoman for the band.

Ever since the odious Roseanne Barr disgraced this country and herself by screeching the National Anthem during a 1990 Major League Baseball game while spitting on the ground and grabbing her crotch, famous folks have tried to excise God and country from the public square.

Singer Christina Aguilera infuriated her fellow citizens, and me, at the 2011 Super Bowl by choosing to forget the anthem lyrics that she must have learned in grade school. “O’er the ramparts we watched’’ became “What so proudly we watched.’’ And so on.

Later that year, ’80s pop star Cyndi Lauper intentionally messed up the song at a US Open tennis match in New York. Wearing a muumuu cheekily adorned with the image of the Statue of Liberty, she got the “O’er the ramparts we watched’’ part right, followed by “our flag was still streaming.’’

What the . . . ?

And in the summer of 2011, NBC, airing the US Open golf tournament, censored the words “under God’’ — twice — from the Pledge of Allegiance as it was recited by DC schoolkids.

Beyoncé joins a long list of the famous with microphones who loudly and proudly reject displays of patriotism. She owes an apology to President Obama.

And to America.

Shame of the Satmars

This must end.

Nechemya Weberman said not a word, refusing even to look at his victim as he was sentenced Tuesday to 103 years in prison for violently sexually abusing the young lady, now 18, from the time she was 12.

Weberman, 54, seems to believe he did no wrong. He got away with serially abusing his victim for at least three years, protected by his insular Satmar Jewish neighbors in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. He was stopped only after the teen summoned the courage to accuse Weberman, an unlicensed counselor who, she testified, many in the community thought of as a god.

To this day, the young woman endures harassment and threats by Weberman fans. The nightmare will end only when the people of the secretive Satmar sect face facts. They have a sex problem.

Te’o & no sympathy

Manti Te’o wasn’t confused, psychotic or just plain dumb.

He lied.

He lied to his teammates. He lied to the public. While the college gridder was a contender for the Heisman Trophy, he lied to his own family.

Days after Te’o learned that a girl he met online named “Lennay Kekua” didn’t really die of leukemia — she never existed at all — Te’o continued to spin the fiction that she was real, he told Katie Couric in an interview airing today.

“What would you do?’’ the Notre Dame linebacker and Heisman Trophy runner-up said. His excuse? He didn’t lie for long.

What would you do? Stop the excuses, Te’o. You used your “late girlfriend’’ to get ahead.

Massacres’ low ratings

It wasn’t easy to find coverage on the TV networks of New Mexico’s Nehemiah Griego. The 15-year-old boy was charged last weekend with murdering his parents and three siblings with multiple weapons, including an assault rifle. NBC Nightly News, for example, devoted just a few seconds to the massacre, before moving to a lengthy story about the flu. This was followed Tuesday with gunfire at a Houston college in which three were hurt.

The nation’s powerful TV infotainment complex is bored with now-common stories of mass shootings, as long as the body count is in single digits. The apathy is frightening.

Won’t ‘Miss’ this B’klyn-disser

Just like a beauty queen. Mallory Hagan used us. Now she’s leaving us.

A week after winning the title of Miss America, Hagan, 24, who represented New York in the pageant, said she’s bolting from her home of five years in the center of the known universe, Brooklyn.

Hagan whined that her new travel schedule makes her fly out of town every 48 hours, turning her life into a blur of hotels, airplanes and town cars. Is the Alabama native too lame to know that La Guardia and JFK airports lie just past Brooklyn? Hagan won’t say where she’s going, but her boyfriend lives in posh SoHo, not Queens.

Don’t let the door hit your backside on the way out, Mallory.