So I'm sitting there with MizBubs, watching the Republican debates, drinking a little bourbon to take the edge off. And something's bugging me.
I keep looking at Mitt Romney, and something is just...bothering me, I don't know, and I can't figure out what it is. I mean, beyond all the obvious things. Like his pandering, and all the positions he's changed since deciding to run for president, and the inability to look at him speaking without wondering if he's wearing his celestial underwear.
Then it hit me.
Mitt Romney bears a striking resemblance to Bad Ash: