He's got the look, strut and timing of an Iowa Joe Pesci. He spent four decades farming a couple hundred acres. You're reminded that farm economics are an M.C. Escher exercise in futility. He taps a pen on your chest and assays a wise-guy sass. Campion's a Democrat, as was his daddy and his granddaddy, who found his way here from County Cork in Ireland.
Campion shakes that big head.
I'm just American enough that it won't bother me. I figure ol' Billy Campion can get along with four Republicans on this board, he can live with a Republican president. Cow Wars Charles Moffit is laid out, all 6 feet 7 inches and quite a few pounds of him, on a recliner in his living room. His hips are about shot from too many years of getting body-checked in the pens by his cattle. Now his artificial hip ball has slipped and yanked some meat off his bone.