I’d go back and burn that fucking Almanac…
I’d go back and kick my own ass for many reasons but mostly for not asking out that girl that one time I was like 65% sure she was into me. Still can’t let that go. What a little punk ass b.
Go to June 14, 1946, Jamaica Hospital in Queens, New York. No reason.
Shoot John Wilkes Booth before he got into the theater.
Tell my grandfather to get his heart checked out. He died too young. I’d love to see just how much sense he’d beat into my father, who is a complete garbage can of a person.
- Erase fasciasts
- Install utopia & a mix of solar punk and star trek like ideals
- Install democracy everywhere
- Save Harambee
- Time Travel and observe real history from the safety of my time machine
- Undo Brexit
- Use butterfly effect to make me female but have my life be the same
Insert obligatory “still cis tho”
The usual. Invest in bitcoin, not get married, become a girl 20 years earlier. Just common stuff.
You already were a girl 20 years earlier. Srs/ga stuff/hrt or no.
I would go back to September 1st 2001 and make sure a certain new yorker was in a certain building on a very specific date.
Already did it.
So many dead billionaires and political figures… just like… a ludicrous amount.
What’s a billionaire?
A worthless parasite that devours and destroys the lives of working people.
I think they were making a joke from the perspective of the future the OC made.
A lot of slaughter, if I’m being honest
First, I would SLEEP SO FUCKING MUCH
Give a computer to Isaac Newton.
Well, I can think of a couple US presidents from the 20th century that could use a good showcase of the future they caused by throwing Americans under the bus. Either that, or just clone their voices, fake messages that incriminate their actions and get them impeached, release them publicly via distribution to all major TV news outlets discretely, and watch what happens. If nothing else, just getting rid of them completely might be a solution as well, in hopes their vice president doesn’t make the same mistakes.
That, or go back to summer 2024 and tell the guy at that rally to aim a little to the left (or right) depending on which ear he shot.
Time travel.