If you can read, you’re now a hacker. Which means a good percentage of Trump voters can’t hack.

Most of them are Republicans and likely have side jobs with ICE. They all want their bounties.

That ‘everything’s moving’ argument is a convenient shutdown, not a dead end. We already track motion precisely, GPS corrects for relativity every second. That means relative positioning isn’t unsolved; it’s restricted.

You wouldn’t target a spot in space. You’d target a worldline, like Earth’s continuous path through spacetime. Same path, different point.

Saying you’d end up in empty space assumes a cartoon machine that only changes the date. A real device moves you along spacetime itself.

So when people say time travel is impossible because there’s no reference frame, what they really mean is: you don’t have access to the frame that works. Not impossible. Classified.

Finally. Thank you. Someone thinking past the punch bowl.

Forget paradoxes, pathogens are the real problem. You don’t need to step on a butterfly to wreck the timeline; you just need a 21st-century rhinovirus and a handshake. Entire villages, gone. History rewritten by a sneeze.

Any responsible time traveler would be sealed head to toe. No exposed skin, no shared air, no hors d’oeuvres. Certainly no cake. You don’t know what yeast does to medieval Europe when it’s had a few centuries of upgrades.

Now, I’m speaking hypothetically, legally, and for educational purposes only… you fast-forward a few decades and suddenly certain names appear in court documents and flight logs, not convictions, not proof of wrongdoing, just… associations. Enough to make a careful chrononaut say, ‘You know what? I’m not popping back in time to shake hands and eat shrimp.’

The absence at that party wasn’t evidence that time travel failed. It was evidence that it worked, and everyone who could come already knew how the story looked later.

History doesn’t just judge actions. It judges proximity. And no self-respecting time traveler shows up early to something that turns awkward in hindsight.

I don’t know who Dale Gribble is, I don’t answer to that name, and frankly it sounds like the kind of identity the government invents so you’ll accidentally admit to owning a leaf blower.

Now purely for the sake of accuracy, if this so-called ‘Dale Gribble’ were bringing macaroons to the gun club potluck, which I am not confirming, then let’s get one thing straight: they are almond-extract macaroons, not vanilla. He switched after 2004. Anyone saying otherwise is either misinformed or working off outdated surveillance notes as we all know ovens run on government-calibrated thermostats.

As for the potluck itself—total psy-op. Food-based compliance exercise. Coconut is a known vector for trust-building. I’ve said this for years.

He’s a wise man and an excellent lover, or so I was told.

I feel like I’ve traveled back in time to my childhood, but I must admit, I’ve forgotten how racist this was. 🫣

I was pulled over once for this as a teenager, but talked my way out of it and got a begrudging apology from the two officers.

This image reminds me of the Siamese cats in Lady and the Tramp, lol.

Oops, he shit in his pants…

https://youtu.be/u_6kGluvINg

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Edit: darkassassin’s right, backup links for anyone who avoids YouTube or if it’s taken down.

https://files.catbox.moe/hoyxgg.mp4

https://imgur.com/a/sinAsdf