I woke up this morning, turned on the news and I couldn't believe my ears.

My president, through the DOJ, called me a faggot today.

He told me my relationship doesn't matter.

He told me to put on my assless chaps and get back on the float.

He told me that Rick Santorum was right.

He told me it was about sex and nothing more.

He told me that he has forgotten what it's like to experience discrimination.

He told the bully it was OK to beat up on the gay kid.

He sided with the Westboro Baptist Church.

He said it was OK to keep me from my loved one's side.

He said get back to planning the weddings.

He told me I was an expense the government couldn't afford.

He vindicated Carrie Prejean.

He allowed the DOJ to use language one would expect from Mike Huckabee.

He is silent now when his voice matters most.

I defended Obama over gay rights. I was beaming when he went on Ellen. I figured there was a good reason for his actions on the DADT challenge. I tried to convince myself it was politics and nothing more. Well this is a mystery I will never be able to solve.

Why is my president calling me a faggot?

Be warned. I'm really not in the mood for apologists right now.