I've usher aboard anyone who whines on about how born out of time they are, send them back to the period of their choice - and leave them there.
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.
That's a difficult one. Apart from the obvious (travelling to next week, noting down the winning lottery numbers and returning to the present), I think the best choice would be to enable slimy, mendacious politicians who constantly whine about a return to "traditional values" because of how much better life was in the past, to finally have their chance to live in the time of the Black Death.
No need to go back to the time of the Black Death. 1955, when England was still civilised, would do nicely.
Outside toilets, polio, sexual repression, "no dogs, no blacks, no Irish", backstreet abortions, unquestioning deference to the upper class, grey flannel suits, barbiturates and the H-bomb. Sounds brilliant.