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From Battle Scars to Bedwetters: How Antivaxxers Went Soft

Back in the day, being an antivaxxer actually took some grit. You had to believe in pain, power, and pushing through. The kind of men who refused the needle back then weren’t worried about “toxins” in their bloodstreams—they wanted their sons to feel the fever, break the sweat, and earn their place in the world. They believed that the agony of measles and the swelling of mumps were rites of passage. Pain wasn’t a problem—it was a spiritual upgrade. Every infection was a forge, and every recovery a rebirth. You didn’t avoid disease. You conquered it.

They weren’t dodging shots because they feared aluminum or “micro-daggers of graphene.” No. They welcomed adversity. They saw each virus as a test from God, Odin, or whatever higher force they respected—and they passed with scars.

Now? The new wave of antivaxxers wouldn’t last two minutes in that world. They’re the exact opposite: paranoid, fragile, and driven by fear. They whisper about “vaccine shedding,” like scared woodland critters. They actually believe that vaccinated kids emit waves of heavy metal particles that mutate their poor, unvaxxed offspring into deformed fairies. You can’t make this stuff up.

Antivaxxers back then and now

Today’s antivaxxers aren’t warriors. They’re worriers. They’re not rejecting vaccines out of strength—they’re doing it out of cowardice, convinced that even a breeze from a jabbed toddler could ruin their kid’s fragile aura.

And let’s talk music. The old-school guys cranked AC/DC, Metallica, and of course, Nickelback. You could hear “Burn It to the Ground” blaring from their garages while they gave chickenpox a middle finger. But these modern softshells? They’re crying to Taylor Swift ballads while smudging their living rooms with sage. Even the so-called “men” among them wouldn’t know how to handle a power chord if it hit them in the solar plexus.

So here’s the truth: if you’re gonna reject modern medicine, at least do it with some backbone. Don’t pretend your kid’s soul will evaporate because someone at preschool got a booster. And if you’re blasting “Anti-Hero” on repeat while hiding from shedding spike proteins, you’ve already lost the plot—and your man card.

Antivaxxers used to be forged in fire. Now they’re molded in gelatin. It’s time we call it what it is: weakness dressed up in pseudoscience and sung to the tune of a breakup song.

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