Echoing – literally – Super-Twat Desmond Swyne, would-be comic writer and all-round crashing snob Quentin Letts* earns himself another bar to his Distinguished Order of the Super-Twat Long Service medal. “Waaah!” exclaims the self-entitled prick. “I think we should respect [face covering refuseniks], and I think we should allow them to make their choice for themselves. I have a problem with masks, because to me […] I’m not convinced by the science!”. Letts has a degree. In Medieval and Renaissance Literature. Which puts him, at least in his own mind, up there with Edward Jenner and Louis Pasteur.
And there's more. “I think it’s got much more to do with sending a message, and I don’t like the message.” whines the odious bumbaclot who thinks laws should only be obeyed by the Little People (cf. Leona Helmsley, Rita Ora, Bloody Stupid Johnson, Julia Tory Sewer, ect ad bleeding infinitum). No, Quent, you see, viruses are a bit dim and don’t care whether you have a column in a national scandal rag, millions in the bank, an ego the size of the Great Orme, or multiple receipts of the greatly-coveted Super-Twat status. Get in the shark tank.
* actually, let's not