#exit tax

[citizenshipsolutions]

Mistakes In Renouncing In U.S. Citizenship: Not Knowing Your Net Worth At The Time Of Renunciation

The single biggest mistake that most* people can make in renouncing U.S. citizenship is: To renounce without a clear and accurate understanding of their net worth**. *Some with @dualcitizenship from birth "may" avoid the consequences of a net worth > 2 mill USD. (**Incredibly… — John Richardson – Counsellor for US persons abroad (@ExpatriationLaw) April 7, 2025 In the last week I have had…

[christophbergmann]

"Bitcoin Jesus" Roger Ver in Spanien verhaftet

"Bitcoin Jesus" Roger Ver in Spanien verhaftet Das muss man erst einmal begreifen: Der legendäre Bitcoin-Investor Roger Ver wurde in Spanien verhaftet, und zwar weil der US-amerikanische Steuerservice IRS der Ansicht ist, Roger schulde ihm Geld - wegen eines Verkaufs von Bitcoin zu einer Zeit, als Roger längst kein US-Bürger mehr wahr. Klingt verrückt, ist aber wahr.

Das muss man erst einmal begreifen: Der legendäre Bitcoin-Investor Roger Ver wurde in Spanien verhaftet, und zwar weil der US-amerikanische Steuerservice IRS der Ansicht ist, Roger schulde ihm Geld – wegen eines Verkaufs von Bitcoin zu einer Zeit, als Roger längst kein US-Bürger mehr wahr. Klingt verrückt, ist aber wahr. Continue reading “Bitcoin Jesus” Roger Ver in Spanien verhaftet

[sunsnet]

but no supplemental discipline still huh

[wabn]

“One of these days I’m going to bill you for all the windows you boys melted!”

Marvel Mystery Comics || #24 || 1941

[tiiiiiired]

One of the little signs that I’m healing after moving from the US is that it finally feels emotionally safe enough to watch the handmaids tale again. I stopped watching it after my first year there because I already felt unsafe in the US, so the show was making that feeling worse. But now it’s sinking in that I’m out. Like oh shit I got out. Oh shit I can do shit again. Oh shit this isn’t my life anymore.

[littlebellesmama]

Church Tax in Germany: Faith, Money, and the Quiet Exodus

In Germany, being part of a recognized religious institution—mainly the Catholic or Protestant church—comes with a financial commitment known as the Kirchensteuer, or church tax. It’s a unique system that’s been in place for decades, and it surprises many, especially newcomers or those not deeply involved in religious life. While for some it’s just another line on a payslip, for others, it’s a…

[realestateinvesting001]

Real Estate Exit Strategies: Sell or Hold? Key Tips for Investors 🏠💰

Making decisions about real estate investments can feel overwhelming, especially when it comes to deciding whether to sell or hold. Your exit strategy can make or break your long-term success as an investor. Here,i.m gonna walk you through everything you need to know—from key factors to common strategies and actionable tips. Let’s dive in! 🚀 📌 Why Every Investor Needs an Exit Strategy An exit…

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Financial Times di Oggi venerdì, 06 giugno 2025

[citizenshipsolutions]

All U.S. citizens relinquishing U.S. citizenship are required to be reported in the Federal Register "Name And Shame" list

Purpose of this post: The "Name And Shame List". The Federal Register publishes a list of some but not all of the names of individuals who renounced U.S. citizenship. What does if mean when someone is on the list? Is inclusion on the list a sign of wealth? Check it yourself! https://t.co/D8QOwzPzrZ pic.twitter.com/rFgz6ACtXx — John Richardson – Counsellor for US persons abroad (@ExpatriationLaw)…

[journosatyam]

elon-musk-announces-exit-from-us-government-role

एलन मस्क ने छोड़ा ट्रंप का साथ, सरकार से बाहर होने की क्या है पूरी वजह

अमेरिकी राष्ट्रपति डोनाल्ड ट्रंप के करीबी माने जाने वाले एलन मस्क ने घोषणा की है कि वह ट्रंप प्रशासन से अपना नाता तोड़ रहे हैं. संघीय नौकरशाही को घटाने और उसमें सुधार लाने की पहल का नेतृत्व करने के बाद मस्क ने राष्ट्रपति ट्रंप के शीर्ष सलाहकार पद से अपनी सरकारी भूमिका से इस्तीफा दे दिया है. 

एलन मस्क ने एक्स पर एक पोस्ट के जरिए यह घोषणा की, 'विशेष सरकारी कर्मचारी के रूप में मेरा कार्यकाल समाप्त हो रहा है और इस दौरान फिजूलखर्ची को कम करने का अवसर देने के लिए मैं राष्ट्रपति ट्रंप का आभार व्यक्त करता हूं. DOGE मिशन समय के साथ और अधिक मजबूत होगा, क्योंकि यह सरकार संचालन का एक नया तरीका बन सकता है.' इस ऐलान से पहले मस्क ने ट्रंप के 'बड़े, सुंदर' बिल की आलोचना की थी.

पूरा आर्टिकल पढ़ने के लिए नीचे लिंक पर क्लिक करें👇

एलन मस्क ने छोड़ा ट्रंप का साथ, सरकार से बाहर होने की क्या है पूरी वजह

[videoworm]

Almost forgot I got my appointment for bureaucratically exiting the church tomorrow

[tamaharu]

the leftover metal bookmarks for the orv tarot thing are sold out :') but the cards themselves are soooo tempting....

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[nochepsicodelica]

The door to your shared bedroom creaks open, and Toji is greeted by the sight of you sleeping. It's five in the afternoon and you're bundled up in the covers, soft breaths exiting through your mouth because your nose is congested. You look all cozy, like a hibernating bear, on his side of the bed. It would be a more adorable sight under different circumstances, but this is the product of you catching a cold.

Toji sets the small bag filled with your medicine and other little things he hopes will make you feel better, on his nightstand. He crouches down in front of you and brings a noticeably cooler hand to your heated cheek.

"Hey," Toji calls, gently pinching your cheek. Your hearing must be muffled, because you don't budge and remain in your deep sleep. "Ma," he tries again, shaking you by your shoulder this time. You stir and attempt to roll over in the other direction, towards the center of the bed, but Toji keeps you steady by tugging on the blanket you're cocooned in. "Wake up, mama. Just for a little. I got your stuff. Medicine, snacks— you probably won't be able to taste them, but they're there."

You open your eyes, and simply blink. The room is darker and more shadowy since you went down for your supposed nap. It's been hours, but your body still feels so tired and your head is pulsing.

"How are you feeling?" Toji asks.

You were trying to say "so so", but no sound came out, so it seemed like you were mouthing the words instead. You felt the effort your vocal cords made, but your voice was shot. Nothing is audible unless it's strained. A huff and a roll of your eyes let Toji know how bad of a time you were having.

"Gotcha," Toji responds to your attempt to speak, a soft smile on his face.

He stands up from his crouched position and turns to the bag on his nightstand, rummaging through it to grab the box of medicine at the bottom and your water bottle. He sees you untangling yourself from the covers and sitting up to rest against the headboard, in his peripheral vision. Your hair is messy, some of it is stuck to your forehead from how much you've been sweating, even though you've felt cold the whole time. You can't breathe properly out of your nose, and your throat is sore. Your entire demeanor just screams "sick".

Toji offers you two gel capsules and twists the cap off your bottle of water, before handing it to you as well. You toss the pills into your mouth, and wash them down with a swig of water. In an attempt to clear your nose, you sniff a few times, getting absolutely no change in your ability to breathe through your nose.

"Go back to sleep. I'll get you some soup for when you wake up, 'kay?"

You nod and set your water bottle down on Toji's nightstand, before you slide back down the bed and shift comfortably onto your side. The blanket is wrapped around you, again, and you're ready to shut your eyes. Toji comes closer, crouching down like he did when he woke you up.

"Mm-mm," you hum, the sound cracked and barely audible, a response to Toji leaning in and trying to kiss you.

"Come on, ma. It's been a whole day. Just one. A peck?"

"No," you whisper, only able to communicate verbally in this hushed voice.

"Oh. You want me to have two?" He says, with a playful smirk.

You give him a deadpan expression and shift in the blanket, bringing it up to cover your mouth.

"Okay, fine. Just one."

You shake your head, minimally. Just enough so that you don't shake your brain and make your head hurt even more, and he still gets the message.

"Be nice, mama. Just one, then i'll leave you alone--" he pauses, briefly, "--until I come back with your soup. Then you gotta give me another one. You know, Toji Tax."

You roll your eyes and huff. The Toji Tax is just Toji's way of getting extra loving from you. There's a Toji Tax on just about everything he does for you, so you're not surprised that your sickness doesn't exempt you from it.

Your reaction showed the signs that let Toji know that he's about to get what he wants. The barrier you raised over your mouth is lowered, your involuntary pout now on full display, ready to be kissed whenever Toji's ready.

"Don't look too excited," Toji jests. He chuckles at the gloomy expression on your face. You look absolutely miserable in this state. It's adorable, and while he would love to keep teasing you, he decides to move faster so that you can get your rest.

It starts with a peck—as promised. He's slow with separating his lips from yours, to keep the contact with you going for as long as possible. Then he goes in for another one—just as gentle and delayed in separation. You still haven't done anything to stop him, so he keeps going in for more and more, each kiss more fervent than the last. Within seconds, he's barraging you with quick kisses, back to back, as if to make up for the last twenty-four hours he went without feeling your soft lips against his. He's getting closer, almost climbing into bed with you, so you hum and turn your head. He starts following your movement, like an eager puppy, chasing after more of your kisses.

"Don't care if I get sick, ma."

You hum in disapproval and push his face away when he starts leaning in, again. Quickly, you cover your head with the blanket and roll to the other side of the bed.

Toji sighs, a mischievous smirk lingering on his face. He got way more than he expected, but when it comes to you, he can never have enough. He stands up from the awkward position he got himself into while he chased after your lips, and looks at your bundled up figure, now out of his reach.

"I'll be back, doll. Gonna go get your soup, but remember... Toji Tax."

[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento was not getting old. He wasn't. He was not. Forty-five wasn't old.

"Oi! Nanamin! I'll take the left!"

A grown man's voice that still somehow didn't suit Yuuji. A ghost of an image flickered across Kento's mind; a memory; a boy, superimposed over a man.

"Alright. Don't take any unnecessary risks. Meet me in the middle of the lower corridor. We've cut off its exit routes, now."

Kento watched Yuuji leap down a set of stairs that were no longer stairs; their crumbled wreckage structureless, as though the Curse that had befallen the building was akin to a landslide.

The raggedy old block had needed demolishing for years, anyway, such an eyesore, what was city planning doing with his taxes...but perhaps a nice restaurant? No, something else, but not a club, so noisy and there's enough racket from the kids around this city anyw--

Kento stood. He definitely didn't suppress a groan. He definitely didn't grumble at the blood-clot dust on his knees, and trousers that he only ironed that morning and the crease that was perfect and I haven't even had a chance to read my newspaper, ridiculous, senior management these days, should write a letter of complai--

Kento reached the lower corridor. His blood was acid in his lungs. He coughed, dry. He looked left, and right, and left again. He looked down. His shoelace was untied. He tutted. He knelt down. That was his first mistake.

ROAR! THUNDER THUNDER THUNDER

"Nanamin! Move!"

Kento stood on a dice roll; and broke. The pain was excruciating. He must have been stabbed by a thousand knives, Christ, can't move I can't move like an old man like--

"Oh my-- my god, my back--"

"NANAMIN!"

"My back, Yuuji-- my back--"

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All of the curtains in the house were drawn. Nanami Kento couldn't be seen like this. You crept closer to him, where he stewed on his back on the sofa like a wounded lion. His head turned away, sour and sulking; though, not for you, you knew.

"Hey. Brought you some tea. A little snack. I went to the store. They didn't have the pastries you liked, they said some guy got there just before I did, but I got--"

A scoff. "Why have they always run out? I go in there every day, half the time they haven't got them, and half the time they're stale, and the other half--"

"--that's three halves, my love--"

"--and another thing--"

"--oh my god, Kento, you're like an old man--"

"Don't say it." Silence, stewing again. You opened your mouth to bicker back, and Kento turned to you, so petulant that you had to bite back a laugh. "Don't."

Kento cleared his throat. He straightened his tie. You could not possibly laugh at his indignity, still dressed as if he would still be going back to work in his sorry state.

There was a knock at the door. As you shot Kento one more look of exasperated affection, and headed to the door, he called out in thinly-veiled panic.

"No visitors today, thank you!"

"What, you gonna get up and stop me? Or throw them out? Please."

Critical hit. Silence. Then: "That was uncalled for."

You laughed. You opened the door. Yuuji stood there, grinning.

"How's the old man holding up?"

A grumble from the sofa ("I'm not old!"). You bit your lip in mirth.

"He's as expected. They ran out of his pastries."

Yuuji held up a paper bag, and gave it a shake. "Yeah, they did. Wonder who bought them?"

A yell from the living room.

"Is it Yuuji? Tell him to come back another time."

"When?"

"Never."

"But he's brought you a hot water bottle. And a new newspaper. And some of your pastries."

"Oh. Oh, well then...send him in."