Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Defender of the 1%
For me the biggest shock of Jimmy Carr’s tax “efficient” Barrymore moment has been discovering Rufus Hound has 628,440 followers on Twitter. I didn’t realise, give or take Alan Davies, that such a non-funny comedian could be so popular *.
Rufus Hound’s support for Jimmy Carr has been fun though. If you didn’t know any better you’d wonder when he said Jimmy “is a very nice man who works incredibly hard and has donated loads of money to good causes” if he was defending a paedophile caught with his cock in the cookie jar. And when he said “He's done absolutely nothing illegal”, that simply sidestepped the issue here which is fairness.
But, hey, that’s dead heavy, serious and highlights the intellectual vacuity of C list celebs whereas this is all about cheeky, cheeky comedy chappies who never lick the arses of more popular bods to get regular gigs.
Like am sure there’s no serious points to draw from this about how in tax terms Jimmy Carr exemplifies how in Britain today there is very clearly one law for the rich and another for the rest of us, that we most certainly aren’t all in this together or that there is clearly a lot of wealth out there not being fairly taxed, which is a shame because doing so would pay for the kind of vital public services that save and change lives.
So yeah, Jimmy Carr, funny fella. And presumably, every other “edgy” comedian is already having words with his or her accountant.
In the meantime, so what could the £168m Jimmy Carr and others actively chose to place ina tax shelter have actually bought if it was taxed fairly i.e. at 50% i.e. £84m? Well £41.5m would buy a brand new Edinburgh secondary school, but is only enough to buy a chunk of a £150m new sick kid’s children’s hospital. Iz zat all? Never mind, am sure us plebs will pick up the rest of the tab.
Oh hang on, actually we’re picking up all of the tab cos we’re PAYE and don’t choose to pay accountants to finesse our finances, facts that to me imply the 1% rich are fucking scum that deserve to be publically spat on then horse raped.
* I wonder if this is an English thing of liking wet, inoffensive, bland, terribly ambitious but dim, smirking no-marks. Yesterday Tom O’Connor, today Rufus Hound, etc.,