Celebrations For The Excluded

At crescendo angst cinevision we generally have no clue what we’re doing as in we believe in method magic in the music-face of mortal madness.

A news report about a woman who was helped off living on the streets brought it back to a wider—if sometimes futile-feeling—moral collective need to do what we can in support of one another; that even what feels likes small acts from the giver can mean a lot more. Not the acts that we’d know it was for our own self-benefit, like specifically street creding ourselves for being so stallion smooth-skinned. I guess this links back to the last publishing about the acts no one but you knows about. Or really, you and whoever’s lives you better.

You didn’t come here for unearned optimism. But if we do anything right over here it’s making every act of explicitly striving hope a minor-key event to behold.

In the face of a poutine-legault-CA[c]Qca [shit] government that hates its asylum seeker guardian angels + immigrants in general + any demographics/religions/holidays that aren’t fundamentally christian-nationalist-served-with-poutine and refuses to acknowledge systemic racism to save whatever face it thinks it even has to scrape-salvage, something is placed throughout the days leading to Hanukkah.

Though really if you fall into any of the above categories that a tone/multicultural/reality-deaf government forsakes, these are for your days leading to whatever you have to celebrate this coming collective holiday vacuum.