18 years ago, when I still believed I could make a living as an artist, I created a pen and ink piece titled “Stars and Stripes.” Like all my art projects, it came with an abstract explaining the intention behind the work. In it, I likened America’s then-problems to having cancer—detected early enough, the malaise could be surgically isolated and removed; otherwise, one would later find themselves fighting for their life through months of devastating radiation and chemotherapy treatments. To me, our country’s problems moved from being localized abominations to a systemic malignancy decades ago, where, at this point, nothing short of a series of miracles could possibly save us. Whereas the author of Confronting America believes there’s still a chance to turn things around, I say, “Nothing is coming to save us.”
I admire Mr. O’Reilly’s journalistic and engaging writing style; I’ve learned so much from him over the years and only regret that he wasn’t my high school history teacher—but his latest book read more like an improbable dream sequence in a romantic comedy than a viable approach to reset America’s present course. He suggests things like raising academic and behavioral standards in elementary, middle, and high schools to better prepare young people for careers and civic life rather than dependency or the justice system; supporting and honoring two-parent households, emphasizing the critical role of present fathers; and implementing laws and systems requiring drug addicts to get clean and re-engage as productive members of society. As coherent and logical as his recommendations are on paper, they quickly unravel as fantasy given that America’s Constitution has regressed from “We the People” to “I the Person,” leaving me with an unsettling image of Mr. O’Reilly attempting to herd cats.
Despite
what I’ve written here, I still recommend reading Confronting America—not
as a comedy, but as a “what our leadership should’ve done when they had the
chance.” I may not be aligned with Mr. O’Reilly’s political and religious
affiliations—or anyone else’s for that matter—but I can relate to his steadfast
belief in owning one’s mistakes, his adherence to living by the Golden Rule,
and, of course, his Irish feistiness.
-Chuck Trunks
“This work was written independently by the author without the use of generative AI.”
Trunks Art moved from Columbia, South Carolina, to Nampa, Idaho, in 2025 and has made this city his home and writing inspiration.
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