The World Cup is almost finished, with the defining matches, the semi-finals and finals, being played in the next week. We could conceivably wind up with England and France in the final on July 19, another Battle of Trafalgar on the grass of the MetLife Stadium in New Jersey.

All over the US, the departures of ebullient fans from Scotland, Norway, the Netherlands, Germany and Brazil are being mourned. We’ve had a roaring good time together! The record-breaking beer consumption, the left-right dance, the rowing, the sound of 70,000 people singing in unison, and the kind of fan devotion usually reserved to one’s first crush, has taken a news-weary and sometimes discouraged America and pumped us up to a pride we haven’t had since Washington crossed the Delaware. As one Texan said, it lit his soul on fire. With every fan video I devour, listening to people in open wonder at the beauty and felicity of America, my heart has been healing like I swallowed a chocolate-covered miracle pill.

All those elements of America who live on bitterness were overshadowed by visitors who openly loved what they found in America. We saw what our country might look like if everyone just shed their programming and saw things afresh.

The power of fútbol (soccer) is the enormity of the fan base, millions upon millions, a mass of humanity that cannot be fully controlled by the global puppeteers. The World Cup in America is a black swan event of the finest kind. It produced a phenomenon we never saw coming.

It was surely not in the playbook of those who engineered the global shutdown, the experimental jab, and the seeding of racial violence. The bad guys, in other words. I suspect they are none too happy about the world-unifying spirit coming out of the World Cup this year. The US, the most globally visible nation, has long been represented by the press and foreign governments as populated by a gross and frightening people. And now international visitors have said, over and over, “We’re sorry, America. They told us you were stupid, violent and dangerous. Instead, we’ve found you kind, generous and open-hearted.” Here, here and here.

In 2022, when the World Cup was played in Qatar, a total of 5 billion people engaged, either attending the live events or watching on screens or at fan festivals. The world population is 8 billion, so that’s nearly 2/3 of the entire planet. And it will be even bigger this year, based on the already-broken world record for personal attendance.

Coincidentally, 5 billion is about the number of people worldwide who took the execrable jab. That is to say, 5 billion is a threshold number for world-changing events.

American football fans may scoff at soccer, but it’s hard to ignore the impact of nearly 2/3 of the planet. It reminds me of what my favorite conspiracy theorists have long said: if ordinary people united all over the world, we could do anything. At the World Cup this year, we got a quick snapshot of what a united world might look like and what unanticipated things might be possible.

Take England, a possible Cup winner this year. The Rupert Lowe rape gang report was released on June 16, the day before England played its first World Cup match, providing evidence of what everyone already knew. For decades, English “law enforcement” and government have declined to do anything while a quarter of a million white British girls were sucked up by groomers, systematically raped and passed around by Pakistani Muslim gangs, undoubtedly allowed into England to do this very thing: subject and break the spirit of the British people.

And they have. There is no measuring the psychological impact on decent men of watching their country be stolen and her daughters tortured. Every Western country is suffering some version of this takeover, but Britain’s is the most egregious. That is why I am betting on England for the win; they have massive pent-up energy as men who need to do something. Anything. As unlikely as it sounds, I think a World Cup victory could deliver the payload of passion and confidence needed for the Brits to unite and take back their nation from the criminal syndicate now in power. When they do, we will be behind them.

This World Cup summer has also shown us the stark difference between legal and illegal visitors. Soccer fans on legal visas enjoyed and praised our country on their own nickels, and went home on schedule, as opposed to illegal squatters who stay indefinitely on the public dole. We’re not anti-foreigner; we just have a strong survival instinct. That contrast was likely not something the globalists wanted us to notice.

Because of social media where individuals may publish their own views without bowing to an approved narrative, we’ve seen what happens when millions of people from vastly different lands are thrown together, have great fun, and support one another. This is, in fact, our human default, and a threat to the overlords, who want us fractured, angry and unable to unite in our greater numbers against them.

In a brilliant movie from 1998, The Truman Show, one man’s life is commandeered for the entertainment of the world. The show’s producer orchestrates every aspect of Truman’s life to create a false world in which Truman will behave exactly as programmed. Until he doesn’t.

The ordinary people of the world, the World Cuppers, are at that point in the Truman Show when a TV camera comes crashing down from the artificial sky, and makes Truman go, “Huh?”

He wakes up. Everything is not as it seems. The more he sees, the less he can be controlled.

Millions of people had their wakeup moment in 2020 and 2021, when the social engineering became so heavy-handed, it was hard to pass over. Millions more just woke up during the World Cup. The people of the world are not naturally at each other’s throats, Americans are decent folks, and we all play well together. We have noticed the fake sky and asked, “What the heck is going on here?”

That’s us; it’s this moment. We have seen through their lab experiment. Stand by for a shuffling of power; the People United are on the board.