Ah, 2025. The year America held its breath, and then, with a grin stretched too wide across its weary face, handed the keys right back to Donald J. Trump. You remember it, don’t you? The rallies, the shouting, the red hats pulled out of attic boxes like family heirlooms nobody wanted but everyone kept. “Make America Great Again—Again.” Cute slogan, wasn’t it?
And guess what? He won. Yes, he really did.
The world didn’t just tilt—it toppled. The economy cracked like glass under too much heat. Alliances once bound by blood and honor withered faster than paper in fire. Neighbors snarled at neighbors. The dollar? Oh, it tried its best, bless its little green heart, but let’s just say Monopoly money had a better resale value on the black market by the end of that year.
But hey—Donald Trump won.
Are you happy now?
You should be. After all, wasn’t this the dream? Wasn’t this the strongman salvation story Americans begged for? The myth of “going back” to some golden age, even if the gold turned out to be spray paint over rust? The bitter irony is that in 2036, we can look back and see exactly what that election was: not a victory for man, not a triumph for ideology, but a divine exhale.
Yes, the collapse—financial, cultural, moral, you name it—was His doing, or at least His allowance. Like Israel begging for a king in the Old Testament, America begged for Trump. And like Saul, we got him. We got exactly what we demanded, exactly what we thought we couldn’t live without. And just as God allowed Israel to choke on their own choice, He let America reap the whirlwind of hers.
Because as much as we screamed, schemed, and voted, what happened in 2025 wasn’t really in our hands at all. It was the will of God.
Funny, isn’t it? We thought we were voting for a man, but in truth, we were stepping into prophecy.
By the time the dust settled, it wasn’t Trump sitting on the throne, wasn’t the Democrats gloating in defeat, wasn’t the Republicans puffing cigars in smoky backrooms. It was God—high, lifted up, watching humanity flail under the weight of its own idols.
So yes, Donald Trump won in 2025. And yes, everything that could collapse, collapsed. But through it all, the hand of God was steady. He proved, once again, that kings rise and fall at His command, that nations crumble on His timing, and that no amount of political rage or Twitter storms can shake His eternal rule.
So I’ll ask again: are you happy now?
Because whether you’re happy or furious, bitter or smug, it doesn’t really matter. The verdict has long been rendered. The will of God was done.
And that’s the only “win” history will ever remember.
Would you like me to expand this into a long-form magazine-style feature (with sections, quotes, and mock “historical hindsight”), or keep it as a sharp punchy editorial like this?
MARK SOTOMAYOR 