The not-so-startling revelation about the name of Rick Perry’s hunting camp is yet another example of how tough it is to find an acceptable presidential nominee from a gang of fools, psychos, greed-heads, and nasties.

     What works inside the idiot archipelago won’t always sell nationally, and the nomenclature of Perry’s place has of course disqualified him for anything outside the sprawling enclave that stretches across the South and up into the Rocky Mountain West, where hordes of people believe Obama is a Muslim or something. Outside this safe haven for dingbats, more is expected.

     In fact, Republicans’ dreams of an unregulated, untaxed, war-loving, racist paradise that heaps ever-increasing favors on the rich and screws everybody else may just have to wait until they solve the built-in paradox that from a ghastly collection of people it’s next to impossible to find attractive individuals.

     So they keep coming back to Romney, who will pretend he’s one of them until he wins the nomination, after which he will claim to be just a regular guy. What Mitt actually believes in is his own raw, embarrassing ambition and not much else. He’s a formidable phony, but there may be a limit to how long he can keep faking it. So although war and a dead economy don’t give Obama a great record to stand on, the incredibly sorry credentials of the other guys might give Democrats another presidential term after all.