Dear bureaucrats of Europe who, nestled in gamer chairs, make decisions about our way of life and being:
I read in ARA a news item that left me stunned and enraged. “Brussels [i.e., you] urges Spain to raise VAT on hospitality to tax high incomes more”. You opine, find, consider that “Spain depends too much on taxes on labor” and opine, find, consider that “an increase in VAT on bars, restaurants, and hotels would practically mean increasing the taxes paid by high incomes, as they are the ones who spend more money on these services”.
Mixing users of bars, restaurants, and hotels is like mixing (and forgive me, for your part) turnips and cabbage. But setting aside this tedious superficiality that engulfs you, allow me to exclaim: what picturesque reasoning! Since the rich are the only ones who can afford bars and restaurants, you have thought of making it a little more expensive, so that these rich people (who are not entirely idiotic) will logically think that it is better not to go out. The poor, who were already thinking that, will think about it a little more. It is an ideal incentive for early retirement in the sector, this idea. Restaurateurs who have survived COVID credits will close up shop, fed up and disheartened.
We are Mediterranean, we are. And we are the inventors of taverns, we are. But here we are, being dictated laws from an office perfumed with glucosinolates to save us from ourselves. Tax, tax the bars, and we will close ourselves at home to eat cabbage. Today is Corpus Christi. Lucky you haven't noticed. Where have you ever seen the blood turned into wine and not pay VAT?
