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On this week's episode, Dunning Freddy Krueger will rise again and haunt our Facebooks. We examined the role of desserts in deciding how much you enjoy a penis.

And we'll somehow manage to be bored by a holy book to the third power. First, the Dieter.

I spent an unhealthy amount of my life planning for time travel. No idea why.

Priority sure traveling into the past is physically impossible. And if it isn't, I'm definitely not going to be the person that time now so picks to represent the people of the 21st century.

And yet my mind constantly wanders to what if scenarios that involve me finding myself in the past. And much of the time there seems to be some kind of urgency in those thoughts like I better be ready just in case.

Right, like take language, for example, language changes over time and the last literate people are the quicker a change. So even if you send me back to an English speaking location, I don't think I can go back more than a couple of centuries before there was a significant language barrier.

And even though this question could legitimately compete for a worse possible thing to waste your time considering I still worry about that shit.

But the time travel question, my nomadic train of thought spends the most time ambling down is the what could I teach them one.

I mean, think about that right even a moderately educated person from an industrial society today could teach the most brilliant person in the world of 1917 quite a fucking bit.

Kind of an empowering thought, especially if you're racked with the kind of intellectual inferiority complex that informs my every word choice. I mean, imagine walking into a college a hundred years ago.

We're not talking about the distant past here. We're talking about a few years before my wife's grandma was born, but even in that geological eye blink the scope of human knowledge is advanced so far you can walk into every single department and instigate a half dozen breakthroughs in an afternoon.

You know, and I don't have to assume some crazy high education level to make this work average American with a high school education could do this shit.

Think about plate tectonics. They didn't know that shit sorted out in 1917 whole field the science deal with rocks and they hadn't really pinned down where mountains come from.

Now you might not know enough about plate tectonics to give them all the details, but even a half remembered that geospatial would be enough to get the great geological minds of the earliest 20th century on the right track.

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