As I’ve alluded to in this space before, the Icelandic nation has generally been delighted with its first lady, Dorrit Mousaieff. After all, what’s not to love? She’s attractive and sweet, made an effort to learn Icelandic [she's Israeli by birth], has a knack for getting down with the common folk, and looks very fetching in a traditional Icelandic costume or sweater. She has repeatedly gushed about her love for Iceland and its people and has used her ample connections to bring the “right” sort of people here – people like Martha Stewart, Sean Connery and other celebs of various persuasions.
However, just as her husband the president has fallen rather radically out of favour with many of us, so Dorrit’s popularity has drastically begun to wane. Sadly, she appears to have joined the ranks of those who are able to give the Icelandic nation their most dazzling smile whilst at the same time rummaging around in the common piggy bank behind their backs.
This blog post, published a couple of days ago, describes gives such a perfect account of the situation that I’m going to take the liberty of translating it verbatim for our non-Icelandic speaking friends.
A year and a day without Dorrit
Today marks one day and one year since Dorrit Moussaieff moved her legal domicile from Iceland to the United Kingdom. Even though there have been many less valid reasons to celebrate and clink glasses at Bessastaðir [official presidential residence], this ceremony happened quietly and without fanfare. The reason the First Lady moved her domicile was reportedly so that she could avoid paying taxes in Iceland.
And yet the Icelandic nation is happy with their Dorrit. She is fun and perky and works hard to bring joy to the people with her dazzling smile and endearing manner. She appears to care about the Icelanders and wants the very best for them – except she does not want to pay the taxes generated by her income and assets into their common coffers. Dorrit wants the natives to take care of themselves, without her help.
Parliamentarians also seem generally happy with their Dorrit, despite the fact that she has arranged her affairs in a way that is similar to the president’s friends when they fled with their money to the Tortola islands of this world in the lead-up to the economic collapse. Most parliamentarians will thus show their warmth towards Dorrit on New Year’s Day as they visit the Bessastaðir couple during their annual party and raise their their glasses to usher in the new year.
At the natives’ expense.
- Written by Björn Valur Gíslason on December 28, 2013.
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