I was interviewed by Will Sommer today. The article is here and I screengrabbed it with my phone and embedded it below along with a few Twitter comments.
Jenny Marie Hatch
https://twitter.com/jennyhatch/status/1352075522587590656?s=21
A few clips, memes, and classic Yes songs to accompany the weekends news.
https://rumble.com/embed/vadj47/?pub=4
https://twitter.com/jennyhatch/status/1351297724805599232?s=21
A few video clips, memes, and a classic song by Styx to remember the day, edited by Jenny Hatch.
https://rumble.com/embed/va90w7/?pub=ctymn
https://twitter.com/jennyhatch/status/1350223391786110976?s=21
“In the words of her beloved husband, Dr. Leonard G. Horowitz, ‘God didn’t have a mold when he created Sherri Kane.’
There will never be another like her, close friends say.
Sherri passed away last week with her ‘soul mate,’ ‘Lenny,’ by her side.
Sherri lived her life as a fearless activist and investigative journalist using her keyboard as a weapon to avenge her adversaries’ abuse of women and children.
She also had a heart to protect ‘non-humans,’ as she referred to animals who would often instantly affectionately engage her loving spirit as though she was Saint Francis reincarnated.
I sang How Can I keep from Singing during an hour when Sherri was having brain surgery, weeping as I sang.
When I organized the 2009 Denver rally against the H1N1 vaccine, I told Sherri that I wanted to name the demons during the rally. She thought that was a great idea and crafted Wanted for Genocide posters to call them out publicly. We did so on that fateful day.
https://twitter.com/jennyhatch/status/1350155139517083648?s=21
Dr. Horowitz has been posting memories from all over the world from those who knew and loved Sherri Kane on his website HERE.
“Red Tide” by Neil Pert
https://rumble.com/vcri9r-red-line-kisses-the-shore-jennyhatch.html
https://rumble.com/embed/va5c33/?pub=ctymn
Nature has some new plague
To run in our streets
History some new wrinkle
We are doomed to repeat
Fugitives at the bedroom door
Lovers pause to find an open store
Rain is burning on the forest floor
And the red tide kisses the shore
This is not a false alarm
This is not a test
Stay out of the sun
It only burns my skin
Sky full of poison
And the atmosphere’s too thin
Bless the sun, the rain no more
River running like an open sore
Black wind falling to the ocean floor
And the red tide washes ashore
THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM
THIS IS NOT A TEST
Nowhere we can fly away
Nowhere we can rest
The party is disrupted by
An uninvited guest
Deadline approaches
For the weary land
It used to be something
But we let it run down in our hands
Too late for debate, too bad to ignore
Quiet rebellion leads to open war
Bring a sea-change to the factory floor
As the red tide covers the shore
Now’s the time to turn the tide
Now’s the time to fight
Let us not go gently
To the endless winter night
Now’s the time to make the time
While hope is still in sight
Let us not go gently
To the endless winter night
https://twitter.com/jennyhatch/status/1349470043508072448?s=21
