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Boycott Greedy Gérard!
Gérard Depardieu, one of the best-paid French cinema actors, now lives in Belgium in the village of Néchin, near the French border.
This place, it is said, has all the charms and cultural attractions of a South Essex hamlet.
The Bourgmestre (Mayor), Daniel Senesael, openly admits the new resident is there for financial reasons.
That is, to avoid French taxes and benefit from a more favourable regime that the wealthy (and only them) enjoy in Belgium.
27% of the village’s inhabitants are ‘tax exiles’.
Earlier this year, when he was not pissing himself on planes, Depardieu, gave his public backing to Nicolas Sarkozy.
At a public rally with the Presidential candidate at Villepinte he said,
“Since my friend Nicolas Sarkozy came to power, I only hear bad things about this man who does nothing but good,”
Libération reports, that the French left has taken a serious dislike to the man once proud of his working class roots.
“Minister Benoît Hamon has said that Depardieu has decided to avoid paying his due in a time of economic crisis. That is “anti-patriotic”. ”
The PCF has compared him to a miser.
“It’s shameful” says Nathalie Arthaud, of Lutte Ouvrière. “It doesn’t surprise me, when somebody gets millions every year to get tired of paying tax. Meanwhile workers, those on the minimum wage, the unemployed, they have to.” She called for a crack down on tax evasion.
On France-Inter this morning there were strong suggestions that the French state will not take Depardieu’s efforts to avoid giving something back for the money he makes from the country lightly.
They will be watching his every move for ways to get him to pay up.
Meanwhile we support this: Boycott every film Gérard makes!
What of Depardieu’s future?
We imagine him, in his Néchin Mansion.
Dressed in a giant nappy, barely able to contain his girth, he is watching DVDs of his past triumphs.
Gérard is eating his tenth Horse steak and washing it down with a pail of wine from his Château de Tigné.
Next to him is a bucket of chips swimming in mayonnaise.
Sometimes he breaks into lonely sobs.