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BE STILL, my (Kevin) Hart

So, after all the machinations, drama, sweaty and defensive interviews, Kevin Hart has indeed apologized. Unequivocally, and clearly.
He feels he has said everything he has to say on the issue, and he refuses to address it again. (It’s not WHAT you said, Kevin, but the WAY you said it. Also, it’s what you said.)
So, apology accepted. It’s not you, it’s me.
So, let’s unpack that a little.
You said you would beat your child with a dollhouse if he were playing with it because “that’s gay.”
You said someone looked like a billboard for AIDS, and that you felt that comment meant you were “On fire!” (... if only)
Ok, let’s take a minute and imagine what a billboard for AIDS would look like? Personally, I see Greg Louganis and Magic Johnson naked... Ooo, billboards bitches.
Moving on, there are literally a list of dozens of similar tweets about “fags” and “fat fags,” and “gay face,” but you’ve addressed them and recently apologized for them.
Your “addressing” of them some years back amounted to nothing more than you mentioning that you wouldn’t tell those “jokes” (if those are jokes, you must pee yourself reading Mein Kampf) any longer because, “when (he)I said it, the times weren’t as sensitive as they are now. I think we love to make big deals out of things that aren’t necessarily big deals, because we can. These things become public spectacles. So why set yourself up for failure?” (please extrapolate the fuck out of that quote)
Yes, you spoke about them in the capacity of how they effected you. 
You responded to questions about them, speaking only about how the controversy has effected you. 
You apologized for saying those things because of the backlash against you. Subsequently, you have refused to say how and why and if you’ve changed and made it very clear that you are not an ally to the lgbtq community. 
So, I accept your apology for saying such terrible and hurtful things. 
It’s me that has the problem, now, not you. 
I also want you to not be a homophobe, as well. 
Apparently, that is asking for too much. 

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