Politics

Italy’s Flat Tax

Scrooge McDucks from overseas, did you know that the a Paradise on earth such as Italy – with its food, people, fashion, landscapes etc. – has became a fiscal Paradise for you from a few weeks? Finally the government passed a law that might as well attract wealth and a boost to the economy instead of stinky useless migrants able to make their wealth by stealing the wealthy – validating Churchill’s quote for which while “capitalism consists in an unequal sharing of blessings, socialisms consists in an equal sharing of misery.” Thus now a new foreign resident can apply to the Italian Revenue Agency with the request of being billed only €100,000 over a period of 15 years. E.g. considering that €100,000,000 revenue would be cut in half in almost all the States of residency making the millionaire a middle class species, having the possibility that year to pay on his revenue coming from overseas – which should be everywhere but in the E.U., so I guess England as well as soon as Brexit will be effective; which I guess will be interesting due to the economic shock and the falling of the Pound, the raises in salaries and the major taxation the government will ask to retain the same inflow. What will you be waiting for, then? Bank accounts in Italy are cheap compared to existing fiscal paradises, life is cheaper in general and the period to live there can be seen as spent in a holiday which offers the best landscapes in the world – together with charming cities filled with activities, shopping and art. In Italy it’s easy to jump in a car and, depending on the range of time you want to spend into it, you can see within generally 15km totally different scenarios already. Plus, last but not least, the real estate is so cheap!!! From 2008 apparently it hasn’t came yet to its old prices, but necessarily it will be in a new economic cycle – this theatrical piece in our politics must soon come to an end and everybody who studied history known we Italians always rose up again to send on our own. Italy wasn’t hit that much by the 2010 Eurozone crisis. I want to remind that Silvio Berlusconi succeeded in refusing the IMF loan that Sarkozy and Merkel relentlessly tried to palm off us. The result? CRISIS, but at least not SLAVERY (to “Germany’s” EBC) – unlike Greece, Spain, Ireland, Cyprus. For Berlusconi the result was a political golpe that happened a few days later in that November 2011, when the most criminal president of the Republic – €19 millions worth ex communist decrepit Giorgio Napolitano – called him off his charge and decided Mario Monti should succeed to him immediately as a premier.

This news of a Flat Tax 6 years later should comfort everybody instead of being criticised. All proud Italian that in 2011 cherished our close death should over-talk about it because we are resurrecting. A “left” technical government passed it – needless to say it, Berlusconi proposed it years ago but was not listened to. We need money, fun, wealth brought to our country of Gods. Poverty never created anything – wealth does! Our most beautiful art pieces comes from wealthy men who commissioned it!!! And wealthy people are the good entrepreneurial people that Italians need.

If you have any questions or you look for some interesting real estate check http://tuscanylegalservices.com/?lang=en

http://www.italy24.ilsole24ore.com/art/laws-and-taxes/2017-03-08/here-s-how-italy-plans-to-attract-high-net-worth-foreigners-with-flat-tax-171816.php?uuid=AEpXBLk

http://www.agi.it/economia/2017/03/09/news/come_funziona_la_flat_tax_per_attirare_in_italia_i_paperoni_stranieri-1565470/

Here Berlusconi cheering: http://forzaitalia.it/notizie/11709/con-la-flat-tax-riparte-l-italia

 

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Lifestyle

Enjoy beauty and make no war

Aesthetics is the key to a fulfilled, pleasant life. It’s never been my intention to imitate Oscar Wilde or Gabriele D’Annunzio because it might seems shallow, but in a world where horrors happen living surrounded by beautiful things helps enormously. Plus it’s easy to imagine luxury, statues, marbles and beautiful cars, but it’s way simpler than this. Indeed that would be the point – working hard and gaining the right to buy durable objects that maintain their cash price forever or even increase it -, but before getting there one should enter the mentality of being on the way to make it, allowing him/herself a treat. A treat is something useless and relatively expensive – to paraphrase Marie Antoinette it is “a macaron, and not bread”(actually she said croissant, but I am using macarons as they were invented by an ITALIAN chef at her court and she went nuts for them) – but which boost your mood and self-esteem in enjoying its sight and/or taste knowing you made a relatively crazy thing allowing yourself the try. It’s eating one oyster with a glass of white wine in a bar on a street in France instead of eating a sandwich for lunch. It’s eating a truffle pizza or drinking champagne and not prosecco for a relatively little difference for a piece or a glass. It’s buying a rose randomly and enjoy its sight, planting a particular plant, buying a charming map or a textile. The unusual and the beautiful. That’s what separate civilisation from barbarians, enjoy the beauty that life can offer instead of indulging in horrific images and examples given by reportage of countries in war and/or poverty. It’s the mentality of success-thinking in excess mode!  Coming home knowing that a luscious box of chocolates, pastries, roses will be there make of home a good, positive environment. And will make you want more, for which you’ll be pumped to gain. And with a drop of positivity you’ll make it in a way that you’ll feel you have never worked in you life as your work is your passion (cit. Steve Jobs).

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That was a little preface for a project I am working on, a new website. I am willing to finally make of my gift of writing a (almost) full-time job, both by starting my own counter information journal, and by writing books. The first editions of Harry Potter are well on sight on a shelf to remind me of their author – a woman which made the most beautiful trip in her mind and made from it a bestseller which made her a billionaire. Those are examples to look at! J. K. Rowling was on the train from Manchester to London (the same I was into on NYE) when she had the idea of writing from a tiny scratch she made on a handkerchief. She was 25 and she made a billionaire trip for free that many billionaires could never conceive neither afford. Fantasy is the best trip, it is infinite and can change your world, in fact it is outer space. Rowling studied the classics at the university of Exeter, and then went to live in Manchester. So far, we have several things in common: I turned 25, went to Exeter in college on a very unforgettable camp experience when I was 16, I am currently living close to Manchester, in a countryside where from owls and strange cats Hyppogrifs might as well appear. Plus, I am an Italian raised in a family where from the part of my mother we have classics’ teachers and editors – in the country where true art was created. Indeed I have a juridical/political background from my studies – it helps when you create a “ministry of magic” I guess, or when you create a new world from a current political situation. So readers, my statement is that I will do my best to entertain you and gain your loyalty. I want to inspire you and make you dream. I want to make you mostly laugh in the website, and maybe cry a bit in the books – hence I want to move your soul. Meanwhile I would like to avoid being criticised because I don’t write in my mother tongue, but I have been so deep into the English practise (so much that also my current dissertation is in English) that I find it easier and plus practically everybody understand – nevertheless, in the future I shall translate or have an Italian translator to keep up the Italian pride.

Your support means a lot to me, thanks to all the ones that have been confident of BLONDEWITHBRAIN, with such a name sometimes I mocked myself too, but I guess it worked to make me EXCESSively confident – smiling with a lobster in my mouth instead of copying pictures or being serious! Life is a joyful fantasy if we want!

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Politics

First you shoot him and then you save him?

I honestly can’t get why we keep on seeing and reading that the terrorist who attempted to brutally murder as much as possible innocent civilians has been attempted to save after being shot and taken to hospital for care. They should take their heads off and show them hanged in the street where the attack happened in order to discourage other similar actions! When in 2014 ISIS was beheading innocent journalists with a kitchen knife all was public on YouTube. And the EU and even U.K. which is now processing its way out of it saves them – or tries to??? I could understand the stupid French would do it in Louvre, but I expected a different behavior from England. And even worse – the press tells us how the terrorist was saved and even posts his photo with the urgency care!? I cannot believe it. What do they expect to be told? They can’t wait to be tortured eventually and killed, they think they have 20 virgins waiting for them in heaven… They’d rather be killed on spot and showed to the world. All this looks like a fucking complot. Our governments must be related. There is nothing such as human fucking bloody rights when people such as from my white Catholic family and Jew peaceful friend,s which would never wage an holy war, are risking their life for a bunch of “religious” psychopaths. I am waiting for a proper second amendment in my zones otherwise I or someone for me will fucking go down Westminster, Elyseum or Montecitorio and kill the true responsibles. Government must drop a fucking bomb there. God didn’t spare Sodom and Gomorrah because 10 to 50 innocents lived there. The places where something such as Al Qaeda and ISIS could grow are SCUM and must be screwed over.

Terrorismo, a Londra attacco davanti al Parlamento. Uomo investe folla sul ponte di Westminster. Spari e morti. Ucciso assalitore

http://www.huffingtonpost.it/2017/03/22/parlamento-londra-terrore_n_15542056.html

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Lifestyle, Places

Hangover in El Prat

(This post was due yesterday but inexplicably it wasn’t published)

A souvenir that I leave behind me each time I go through Barcelona is feeling hangover wandering around its airport. Behind me, memories of a remarkably funny night. Today I am coming back from England after having participated the 17th of March to one of the most proper British custom, the horse race in Cheltenham-Gold Cup! English people are totally nut for horse races, they take it very seriously, it’s an upper class obligation to attend and get the most expensive tickets as possible; it’s a true status. Indeed there are also common people getting 60£ tickets and eating fish&chips… but even then, 60£ for entering a horse race seems a lot to Italians like me, attending (before it closed) in Livorno some basic horse races with a 10€ tickets and betting hard instead. Then in England there is, as all should know reading gossip and watching films such 4 weddings and a funeral, the dress code is particularly strict, whichever tickets you get. In Cheltenham tweed and trousers can be okay, but in Ascot God forbid wearing dresses shorter than 4 inches up the knee-and no black! The Queen shall inspire all with her pastel dresses, so when I saw something of the kind I bought it immediately after having submitted my choice to my mum in law. They are bringing me in the Royal enclosure, 4 inches to the Queen literally, so I shall be more perfect than usual… In Cheltenham I was dressing a leopard dress which despite being aggressive as it should, is particularly chaste with its details. Hat and high-eels completed the outfit. So we had lunch in the 3 michelin star restaurant go Albert Roux overlooking the race field.


The day before my birthday was more filled with celebrations then the day of my birthday i.e. yesterday March 18th. After trying to organise something in Monaco, London and Amsterdam, we took it easy with custom fight and making up in Mellor Knowl- Charles’s reign. But when you forget to book the flight back in the turmoil of disorganisation-Charles is probably right attributing this to me I ought to say-Barcelona is the obvious place to stop 3 hours before getting to the right airport. I remember getting to El Prat at 5am after having partied all night with my friend Camilla, who graduated in podology at the Universitat de Barcelona. I was mad at her or week not bringing me to party because she was too stressed to have a nice discussion of her dissertation-opposite to me, that need to party in order to forget it. She took me to study (!) and sunbathe in spartan towels in the beach of Badalona-Spanish are so socialist that there is no private beach there, so imagine my joy…plus she kept far from someone I knew with whom I could have had some fun, mischievous Camilla who thinks I am that naughty. No more than Camilla’s mother, a fantastic woman to whom I have a lot in common, starting from Louis Vuitton to crazy romanticism and a flair for art-the visit of Gaudi’s Battlo house together was unforgivable. Ultimately after graduation we had some hangover night, one in a Hawaiian bar where I got so wasted I picked up a huge sombrero from the bin holding a rose in my mouth and slept covered by it on the sofa the night before the hyper serious ceremony. The same day we went on celebrating in a crowded with hipsters and teenagers club (I would rather have gone to the way-classier Carpe diem but ultimately I had no panic attacks) and I went straight to the airport afterwords.

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Battlo House

Studying and playing with condoms from the distributors in the university

Teaching Camilla the holy rule on how to behead a bottle

A girls night out

The next day

Graduation ceremony

So 1 hour after the last photo was taken I roamed around there 2 hours before the flight and landed in Nice with a killer mentality. My driver (name has been changed) got it wrong wanting to bring me for breakfast. Nevertheless, in the afternoon I was partying again in Nikki beach at the “Peace and love” party. And I got some peace and love even when Italy lost to Germany in the world cup, as Ronaldo scored and Portugal won; seeing Germany losing in the final was even more priceless! Parallels is that I am going to celebrate more tomorrow  and be fresh and I expect my week will be made by the online deposit of my thesis! Today we are going to have a nice time in El Prat, smoking cigarettes in the open smoking area and remembering the beauty of the most fantasious city in a most odd trip, this time with a King all along. I post photos of that day at the airport (that sombrero became my travel buddy!) and in Nikki beach immediately after with photos of me yesterday, so you can see my unscathed youth and resistance to champagne turning one year older! The difference between then and now is that whilst before I would have roamed between shops and get crazy to find the smoking area-which in this amazing airport is an open air space with Haagen Datz and a gazebo-,now I sit calm at the lounge drinking martini in this 3 hours wait. But I am still wearing no make up, I come back from partying and I will be partying even more, and after posting this reflection of my status I will go shopping-careless if I look like a ghost and conscious of my weight loss.

Turning 1/4 century

In Manchester airport I brought turmoil to the luxury lounge while collecting food and explaining how sorry and confused I am after the lovely party for my birthday I was told that “celebrating 21 is always massive.” This is the age most people give me, and I want to stick to it-hungry and foolish. So are my business plans of making of Charles a pop star and myself acting in the videos as his muse. Oldish Alessandra’s wife plan is to support him enjoying myself and being happy and not difficult indeed… I will fit this role,I like being Brit way more than being french!

 

 

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