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Even though the whole thing was filmed, Dutchess doesn't seem to think it was a hookup though and she was claiming that Donna took advantage of her instead. When the women of Black Ink head back to Harlem for the next episode of Season 4, Dutchess is going to have to tell Ceaser what happened when she got too drunk with Donna. It was pretty clear based on Black Ink Crew's Season 4, Episode 3 that Dutchess did do something with Donna after cameras stopped rolling. When the ladies went to Miami, Dutchess was the first one on the dance floor and she wasn't wearing the engagement ring that Ceaser gave to her. She was getting pretty freaky on the dance floor after having several drinks, but the interaction between Dutchess and Donna didn't look one-sided at all.
Agriculture Secretary Dan Glickman, center in tie. Dan Glickman is a senior fellow at the Bipartisan Policy Center, where he focuses on public health, national security and economic policy.
Before I became secretary of Agriculture, I never thought of getting food regularly thrown at you as one of the downsides of a career in politics. Losing that last race was a bitter pill to swallow, but in NovemberI was handed a follow-up act: President Bill Clinton nominated me to become secretary of Agriculture.
In my new Cabinet position, I was spending my days making public policy on traditional agriculture, food, nutrition and even the environment. The job had clear upsides.
I felt I was having an impact on food and farming issues. And it certainly came with a higher national profile, which is typically useful for a political career.
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Take it from me, the most assaulted Cabinet member in history. There is no organization that tracks these things. But I have never heard of any past Agriculture secretaries being subjected to the same volume of projectiles as I was during my time at USDA.
To my knowledge nobody has had any memory of a Cabinet member who came close to my record.
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I had all sorts of things tossed at me in my position as secretary of Agriculture—organic seeds by naked men and women in Rome, bison guts in Montana and tofu pies in D. It turns out people really care about their food. In a way, I think my career was a preview of the incivility that would eventually engulf our politics; only instead of barrages of hateful tweets and public harassment, I got food thrown in my face.
I came to the position at an interesting time, in the mid- to lates, when there was a large debate about organic food.
Activist groups were energized on food issues, and for whatever reason, I bore the brunt of it as the Agriculture secretary. As delegates gathered for a panel discussion and I prepared to speak, about two dozen men and women in the front row stood up and took off their clothes.
Right in front of me, a rather portly gentleman turned around to face me, naked as the day he was born, and launched into a tirade against bioengineering as a way to produce more crops. My parents watched the entire episode broadcast live on CNN, and though my mother vigorously voiced her concern that my new job was too dangerous, my father seemed much more interested in the nudity. Once my mother stopped her scolding and worrying, my father got a word in edgewise. My dad was more interested in what the women looked like.
I soon realized that I had gotten off relatively easy that day in Rome. Back home in America, the assaults continued.
The event was focused on the plight of bison when they stray from their zoned areas on federal land. Whenever that happens, they leave feces, which end up being consumed by grazing cattle, which causes disease that can often be fatal to livestock and dangerous to humans.
To prevent the spread of disease, the state shot stray bison—a policy we were there to discuss that day. As the governor made his remarks, a woman approached the podium with a bucket of rotting bison guts and hurled its contents toward us.
I later learned she was an activist opposed to the killing of bison. Although Racicot took the brunt of the projectile, all of us were splashed with the putrid intestines. CNN was right there once again, providing coverage that reached Wichita.
My mother wasted no time letting me know how worried she was about what her son had gotten himself into. Airborne bison guts were nowhere to be found in my job description, but I soon learned that bison guts were a real issue to some folks in the region. During a subsequent hearing of the House Agriculture Committee, I was right in the middle of my testimony when a man stood up and announced he was going to kill himself. As we discovered later, he was upset about a shipment of contaminated soda to Eastern Europe. He smashed two bottles during his tirade, showering me and the room with glass and carbonated soda.
Just after he swung the bottles against the table, he gave me a menacing look, with the broken bottles still in his hands. He performed a lifesaving tackle that would have made Vince Lombardi proud. Maybe she had a point.
Sometimes in politics you can get caught up in issues for which you were not at all responsible. To this day I have no idea how I was to blame for any of these personal attacks on me other than they were attacking the chief food officer in the U. Perhaps I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Just a couple of weeks after escaping the exploding soda incident, I was the keynote speaker at the National Nutrition Summit in Washington, D. I had just begun to speak when a protester jumped onto the stage and hurled a pie at me. Shame on you for being a pimp for the meat industry! The pie in question was made of tofu, with whipped cream, of course. Having learned my lesson by then, that people—naked or clothed—enjoy throwing all kinds of objects at the secretary of Agriculture, I was fast to duck, and the pie sailed by me, leaving just a touch of whipped cream on my jacket.
All the food people threw at me.