So, Thursday, the morning after my partner and I protested the Mormon Church, as is our habit, we turn on Good Morning America. I got out of bed to see if there was any coverage of the protest. The coverage amounted to a two-minute segment. When they cut to a local briefing, there was a 15-second segment.

I was happy to see it on the news. What I wasn't happy about was that there was a entirely-too-long story about some crazy Paula Abdul fan who overdosed in her car. They even had her white trash family on. They were sobbing and saying that the deceased was distraught because the Idol Judge made fun of her for her appearance and she went there for her vocals. Did they hear the vocals? There was another story about some little white girl almost falling off a cliff. And some little white baby boy waving his arms in the air.

Seriously? My fucking rights are non-existent and this is given air time? Seriously? I'm being considered a second-class citizen and we need to know about a obsessed fan? For real? What if those children lose their parents and some gay couple in Arizona wants to adopt them? Guess they're fucked.

And really? Sam Champion? Robin Roberts? Lest you forget, you are part of a maligned minority. I mean, seriously? You couldn't say something? Sad.

Going forward, I am refusing to watch television news. It is a fucking joke. Later.  ¶ 12:57 AM