Robert Martin, Jr., heir to one of the world’s greatest fortunes, stood anxiously in the airport as the plane rolled up. A few moments later, his kid bro, whom he’d not seen since their family split up, came running down the ramp.

Bob was still decidedly “in the closet;” he had no desire to come out of it, ever. Quite the contrary - he strove with all his being to deny the monster that raged unseen. Yet, deep within his head and heart burned the truth he could no longer deny, the “love that dare not speak its name.”

As Billy embraced him, Bob tousled his younger bro’s hair, and grinned broadly. “Hey, Shrimp; I missed you, already! How’ve you been?”

Five thousand miles away, Christian Ericsson, not yet legal, sat alone in his room, yearning for a firm hand to steer him past the uncertain shoals of adolescence. Pondering the streets of Copenhagen in solitude, he hardly anticipated an encounter with Bob’s paddle in the near future; and he certainly did not expect to raise the dead.

Scarcely a mile from the airport that Bob and Billy were just now leaving, Doug Brown dragged a sturdy cardboard box under the protection of an overhanging roof and prepared to bed down. Life was hard on the mean streets, for a delinquent kid of mixed parentage, rejected by his peers both black and white. Dusk gathered as Doug, unaware of the little reunion taking place a mile away, or of the boy sitting alone in Copenhagen, struggled with the effects of booze and weed. He hadn’t ever shot anyone - yet - and would hardly expect to get paddled for it when he did.

None was even aware that the others existed - except Christian, who, from his solitary room in Copenhagen, surveyed the entire human panorama from Adam to Armageddon, and struggled to understand what he was seeing.

But they, and a hundred of their bros, soon would kneel together and murmur, “Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum; and would all watch in awe while their bro Christian incinerated Child Protective Services before a million witnesses.

Sic Semper Tyrannis is a memoir about a time, not so long past, when men were free, religious values were taken seriously. and parents were allowed to pass on the cultural heritage to their children without governmental interference. As David Selznick remarked concerning the Antebellum South, "Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization gone with the wind . . . "

This fictional account is the story of what might have been, had Christian parents possessed the courage of their convictions. It depicts the use of spanking and other types of physical correction, from the perspective of an adolescent boy.

Twelve year old Billy Martin has been suddenly uprooted from the only home he knows, in liberal Stockholm, and sent to live with his eighteen year old brother, Bob, who has recently joined an ultra-conservative religious group in Idaho.Billy, a high-spirited youth, has been allowed to run at loose ends for his entire life, and has never experienced discipline of any kind. He now finds himself in a vastly different world. Bob immediately sets about bringing his kid brother into line, and giving him the “Biblical discipline” that he, and the other sect members, consider essential to proper child rearing. Billy strives to come to grips with the new reality.

While the characters are wholly imaginary, the issues they confront are real, and threaten to undermine the very foundations of our civilization. This work does not contain any erotic material, but is a sobering assessment of today’s child rearing practices in the United States and Western Europe.

This is the forty-eighth volume of a more extensive saga, which traces the course of Billy and his friends as they struggle through the years of adolescence. It should be required reading for every adolescent boy, his parents, and all those who seek to influence him.