Mrs Wildenstein, who is very much richer, says she has no troble understanding that taxes are due and payable. She says she enjoys the benefits of a civilised world and, well, she's glad to pay her taxes and let the democratic process (in France) make sure that they reach the needy and fund pleasing and permanent public projects.
I mean really: let's ave a shoofty at what exactly 40% of these particular chaps represents. What does it buy? 4 minutes' salary for a star bond trader? Bog rolls for the FTSE boudoirs for 6 months? Four Maserati tyres for a hot-shot property developper? 16 hours in the Maldives (not including travel)? This is stuff of which Mr & Mrs Pearson would presumably approve. Frivolous? But that's what Mr & Mrs Pearson's 40% is being used to pay for, today, under the Iron rule of the IMF.
Whereas: pitchforks, torches, tar and feathers can be amply sourced with the same amount, to equip a suitably motivated, numerous, peuplade. In our present circumstances, what exactly does she expect her ten cents to do for her?
If she wants sight of a policeman, now and again, some convincing actors can be outsourced at mad cost plus 5%, suitably garbed and tasked with walking along her street. They will be carrying a nifty little hand-held device which takes credit/debit card payments, and will knock on her door. Hey! It's the Tory Way!