McCrory's ball and chain

It must be hard to be Pat McCrory these days. After running for governor for more than a decade and he must have thought the stars had finally lined up to usher his magnificent presence into the top spot.

To get to this point, not only has McCrory hitched his wagon to the racist Tea Party, he has also climbed into bed with Mitt Rmoney, confident that even a polygamist cult member would be able to beat a little black Sambo in the South.

McCrory's only saving grace, of course, has been Bev Perdue, who handed him his ass in the last election. The poor guy is so obsessed about that loss that he's still running against Bev, trying to convince the rabid right that Walter Dalton and Governor Perdue are actually the same person.

All of which helps explain why McCrory's campaign continues to lurch from one right-wing talking point to the next, hoping against hope that some of the shit he's slinging will eventually stick.

McCrory's fondness for Rmoney and his preoccupation with Perdue are going to be his downfall. Conservative Tarheel voters have little enthusiasm for the cult of the latter day saints, and even less enthusiasm for a billionaire who made his fortune destroying companies through outsourcing.

North Carolinians already understand that Mitt Rmoney is Pat McCrory's running mate. A clueless corporate raider teamed up with a mercurial hot-head.

It's hard to know which is the ball and which is the chain.