Spare me your compassionate conservative schtick.
That neo-con clap trap doesn't work on a real Conservative. So go play your tambourine and cowbell for all your tree-hugging gay friends and leave us decent folk alone.
Well, this should really make your head explode... I’ll be playing my GUITAR tonight at a coffee shop with that gay friend, along with my husband. We’re the halftime show for ANOTHER gay artist that just put out an awesome new cd. But, sadly, we don’t use a tamborine.