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Let’s just call it: we’re a country drunk on distrust. The latest cocktail? RFK Jr.’s handpicked vaccine advisers—a Frankenstein gathering of 'experts,' citizen-scientists, and conspiracy courtiers—legitimized by a mainstream brand like The New York Times. For decades we’ve whined about Big Pharma and government overreach; today, we put our faith in self-styled mavericks who are propped up not by peer-reviewed research, but by YouTube subscriptions and rage-clicks.

When Did Scientific Consensus Become the Enemy?

We love to whine about the boring routines of public health, but here’s the real obscenity: having an alternative vaccine council is now a badge of honor. Our country—so quick to panic over TikTok challenges—suddenly thinks medical expertise is up for debate. Real epidemiologists are now cast as villainous technocrats, while celebrity entrepreneurs and activists with Wikipedia-laden CVs swoop in to save us from 'corruption.'

Let’s quit pretending: this panel isn’t here for the science. It’s a spectacle. It’s drama for the disillusioned. It’s fuel for the permanently aggrieved.

We Traded Trust for Tribalism—and We're Loving It

Every shaman needs a cult, and every political season needs its own Inquisition. RFK Jr. is giving us both. And the tragedy isn’t that he’s doing it—it’s that seekers across the political spectrum are starving to buy what he’s selling.

Ask yourself: Why does a rogue panel conjure more hope than decades of immunology? Because we’re not craving answers—we crave different answers, wrapped in suspicion, painted as subversive. We gleefully slice the cord to collective reality, all for the thrill of outsider status. Your doubts are now the new designer drug. Welcome to the opium den of alternative facts, where everyone can be an expert if they just hate hard enough.

Do You Really Want a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Pandemic?

Let’s quit the charade: if every anti-establishment hero gets their own vaccine board, why stop at medicine? Want your next flight certified by Flat Earthers? Ready for your water supply to be 'audited' by detox gurus? If we keep burning down trust for clicks, we’ll end up with the hollowed-out husk of a civilization—paranoid, unvaccinated, and congratulating itself all the way to the cemetery.

You want the right to question? Fine. But don’t pretend your regressions are revelations. To sanctify RFK Jr.’s vaccine panel is to spit in the face of not just science but sanity itself. The question isn’t whether these advisers will help us—it’s whether we deserve help at all, after demanding so raucously that no one can ever be trusted.

Maybe it’s time to look in the mirror and ask: are we fighting for the truth, or are we just addicted to our own doubt?

This article was inspired by the headline: 'RFK Jr.’s Handpicked Vaccine Advisers Are Set to Meet for the First Time - The New York Times'.