Imagining Chris Hedges as Not a Buzz-Kill

Last July I wondered what was up with Chris Hedges getting everybody down all the time:

Mr. Hedges tells me what the darker side of my conscience knows: we are doomed. The part I love and hate about his telling-it-like-it-is-ness is how he reluctantly reminds us there’s nothing we can do about it. We’re haplessly trolling around, buying this and buying that, and nobody cares. We can buy all the organic produce we want, but China will still “double their carbon emissions by 2030, from a little over 5 billion metric tons to just under 12 billion.”

Part of me wishes we would be more serious; the other part wants to sit back and make the most of it. But we truly can’t deal with too much bad news, and we’ve been conditioned into thinking there’s “something YOU can do” for so long that our sense of reality is dangerously out of whack. I think Chris Hedges’ columns are demoralizing, but if the shoes fit, lace ‘em up.

This week, Dan from the always ace mp3 blog said the gramophone helps us humanize Chris Hedges in this post: Sex with Chris Hedges.

What else can be said?