Because 1787 is the year America decided to grow up. To ditch the flimsy, sucky first version of government. To yell at each other in a hot room until something worked.
It’s the birth year of our weird, wonderful, infuriating system. The year old men in wigs gambled on democracy. And honestly? They mostly nailed it.
Next time you complain about Congress, remember: it all started with a summer in Philly. With sweat, secrets, and a whole lot of arguing. Just like family dinner.
So, what’s your take? Would you have lasted in that room? Or would you have bailed for a cold beer? I’m team beer, but the Constitution was worth the hangover.
