Trusto in Telluride

At the American Spectator Gilbert T. Sewall writes about the unbearable lightness of trustafarians.

...When little people have to meet a mortgage or worry when the stock market tanks, Trusto may think for an instant, you poor loser, but he never— ever — says this out loud. Negativity spoils his bliss. It damages his inner space. He is empathetic instead over his mid-morning steamed-milk cappuccino.

But Trusto and his pals have been fencing out reality a little too long — and it shows. The terminal acedia is kicking in, along with middle age and thinning hair.

Trusto looks down from the mountain at the gorgeous orange and pink sunset over the San Juan Mountains. He feels like Zarathustra on kale. He is above it all and in the clouds, which is exactly how he likes it.

Photo of Telluride, Colorado by John Fowler/Flickr-Creative Commons

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I enjoyed the satire in this article, having lived in beautiful Durango, Colorado, and visited Telluride several times. Telluride is indeed populated with many people like Trusto.