Sic Semper Tyrannis ! Vol. 18 — Spanked Teen

I'd hardly gotten started when Doug ran in the back, waving a pistol, and came charging down the aisle. I simply ignored him and kept reading - but my heart beat fast, as I realized this was the moment that I'd testify about, around the world, in a dozen languages.

Doug jumped up onto the platform. And when he did, I quit reading, lowered Billy's Swedish Testament from which I'd been reading - and for the first time looked squarely into the face of the one who was to become my prayer partner and bosom buddy.

He was frightened, and I knew (as did he) that Ken Burns, the CPS worker who'd hired him, was sitting parked at the curb to be sure he shot me.

He raised the pistol and put it squarely against the center of my forehead - and in that instant I saw John Huss kissing the stake, and Savonarola, and Tyndale, and Polycarp, and the apostles, and last of all the Savior Himself - the first time I'd seen Him hanging on the cross. And I whispered, “Lord, what I've taught with my lips, I'll willingly seal with my blood. Let me join their blessed number!”

And God spoke to me audibly, “No, Chris, I still have work for you to do. For I will show him how great things he must suffer for My Name's sake. Come, take up the cross, and follow Me.”

Of course, it all passed through my mind in an instant - it could not have been even a full minute - but that vision was to remain in my soul, and bolster me through the coming ordeal, by realizing God had indeed given me dying grace in the dying hour, and that the moment I breathed my last, Jesus Christ really would be waiting to welcome me.

Doug paused a long instant, as I gazed steadily into his eyes. Then I heard the gun discharge, and the bullet hit the wall behind me - but felt absolutely nothing. God whispered, “Well done!”, and I knew I had passed the test.
I also knew what I must do next. I raised my tee shirt (that said Sic Semper Tyrannis!), thumped my sternum, and dared him to “try it again!”

By that time, Doug was in a panic, and did exactly what I'd told him to - fired two more bullets into my chest, which were also without effect.

Of course, he still had three bullets left, and could have shot again - but he just stood there dumbfounded. But I said evenly, “Doug, I warned CPS, that anyone who tried to shut down our school would die.” He began to tremble, as I stared into his eyes and said, “Doug Brown, you are a dead man!” And when I said that, he crumpled at my feet. And I spat out, “Sic Semper Tyrannis!”

But for that instant before he fell, I saw in his eyes the terror, as Doug realized he was fixing to die and, as he assumed, tumble into hell and burn for all eternity.

As I stood there over the body of the one CPS had hired to kill me, I felt inexpressible relief that the deed was done, and the rest was epilogue.

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.

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 eighteenth volume of a more extensive saga. It should be required reading for every adolescent boy, his parents, and all those who seek to influence him.