The White House cage fights, the military flyover, and the bald eagle were quite remarkable spectacles on the South Lawn the other day, especially as they laid down a working-class marker on America 250. Various fancy-pants tut-tutted, and all the better they did. Remember, Abe Lincoln went in for ear-biting-eye-gouging rasslin'. These are our roots.

There are more spectacles coming, the cornier the better. The Great American State Fair down on the Mall is going to be terrific, and we hear at least one of our more sissified states might now show up. All the better. There will be tons of beautiful and gaudy military flyovers. And the fireworks on Independence Day will be the biggest in the history of the world. One hopes there are hometown parades all across this country.

But the best celebration of America's 250th Anniversary will have been the World Cup of that hugely popular but nonetheless boring sport, soccer. You want to love the game, you really do, but as Americans, we mostly can't. Our American mind cannot comprehend not using our opposable thumbs. Nonetheless, we are delighted right down to the ground that they are here. Trump is a genius. He first pitched this in 2017, during his first term. He knew this would be something special for this country's birthday, even if he was not expected to be in office at this time.

What we have seen these past weeks is a veritable love fest between Europeans and Americans and a grand reopening of the European mind about almost all things America. They have taken to social media to exclaim that they have been lied to by their betters. The Europeans are practically shouting from the rooftops that America and Americans are wonderful.

Texas town, and out the bus window you can see a dozen Texans on horseback going full gas and waving immense American flags. The Euros are loving it.

Europeans arrive at places like Buc-ee's and simply marvel at how big it is, all the charming American knickknacks, and the food. The food. The glorious food. They practically swoon over the guys yelling "Brisket on the board!" And then they chow down and exclaim, "We have nothing like this in Europe," with the juice practically dripping down their jowls.

They go to Walmart and practically squeal at its immensity and the choices. They drive massive American trucks and marvel. They drive through small-town America and say, "This is like a movie. This is exactly what I thought it would be."