Time machine thread, where would you go and when?

6 months from now to know when this shite is all over


Eta: hopefully

Passed this shite currently

I'd go to whatever year the next NCAA football game comes out.

November 2019 in Wuhan China to slap that bowl of goddamned bat soup off the table and save March Madness and many lives.

I would go back to the fairly-newly settled, east central Mississippi interior flatwoods region (and culture) (except for slaves) during the 20 years or so before the great war of the states.

I mean, I wouldn't spit on blacks or anything like that- nothin' like that- but in many ways, the hill country folk of interior Mississippi woods were one and the same, and things operated much differently than they did in the flatland- and still do to a certain extent (if you're from or are deeply experienced with living in Mississippi then you'll probably know what I mean.)

For one thing, the overwhelming majority of the people were dirtfloorcracker-poor, but also from reading quite a few books about that time period and locale (especially books centered around conservation, hunting and fishing), to me, life seemed so romantic in that little corner of the world. (Less so for black folks, and Native Americans but I digress.)

Game was still plentiful, fish were still toxaphene free, the land was still wild and up for grabs, and yet the people of the countryside had some "modern" conveniences that made life much more bearable than say, 50 years earlier.

But mainly, it was the simplicity of the wildness and freeness of the bountiful land, and also, admittedly, the land and the people are ones that I'm very much connected to; if for no other reason then because many cultural norms we still practice today in rural Mississippi life were shaped by those people and times.

Sure, even though the only realistically viable treatment for a fella who'd found himself with a bad case of gangrene while also being situated deep inside the interior Mississippi flatwoods area was a regimen of milk, cream and alcohol, at least it was homemade milk, cream and alcohol.

It was country.

The book, "I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes Unto the Hills" by Gene Nunnery (author of the book, "The Old Pro Turkey Hunter") is, IMO, the best book I've ever read for a detailed look into the humdrum daily life of the central Mississippi Hill Country folk- white and black and red folk- but finding it for sale will be difficult.

Given my worldview and the ideal life that I think I'd like to live and given the things I hold valuable in my life the older I get, it just seems like back then, if a fellow died an old man (and that's a big "if") then he did it after living a life that was well worth it... and well-gained, too.

Much simpler times, indeed.

1960s. Best music, best drugs, best frickin muscle cars. I was born in the wrong time period

1946-1960 to watch baseball.

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6 months from now to know when this shite is all over

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Yep. Whenever it ends it's gonna be party time.

I'd like to see how I die and see whats living on earth about 500000 to 1000000 from now.

I would go back to meet the man Jesus of Nazareth.