Author: Brandon Webb

Think you’re a badass? There’s always someone badder, meaner, and not afraid to punch you in the face to remind you of it. Enter “Demo Dick.”

If Putin truly hands nuclear weapons to Iran, the Middle East would become a powder keg with Israel ready to strike, proxy militias itching for war, and the U.S. fumbling without a strong leader to contain the chaos.

World War III isn’t some futuristic nightmare—it’s already here, creeping in through cyberattacks, proxy wars, and economic power plays, while most of the world stays distracted by their screens.

In the Teams, trust isn’t given with a Trident; it’s earned by being the guy who always shows up, always grinds, and always has your brothers’ backs—no excuses, no shortcuts.

When it’s 3 a.m. and someone’s breaking down your door, you don’t want to mess with gadgets—you want the cold steel of a 12-gauge shotgun in your hands, a SureFire light blazing, and the simplicity of raw power on your side.

The Nazis blurred the line between genius and insanity, crafting weapons like the V-2 rocket that tore through the skies with devastating precision, while chasing bizarre fantasies like time travel and space-based death rays—proof that their lust for power knew no bounds.

In this excerpt from Brandon Webb’s, The Red Circle, he shares his crazy journey to the SEALs team and how he got kicked off the boat and left alone in the Pacific Ocean when he was 16.

Cairo, the Navy SEAL war dog, was more than just a loyal companion—he was a fully equipped, high-tech, fearless operator capable of parachuting into enemy territory and taking on some of the most dangerous missions alongside his human counterparts.

America is not falling because of foreign threats, but because of the rot and incompetence within our own leadership—and it’s time we step up and take the reins back.

There is a reason we used AK-74s during over the beach operations in the SEAL Teams. The damn thing just keeps on firing through saltwater and sand.

Moki Martin’s life is a testament to the unbreakable spirit of a warrior, from the covert shores of Vietnam to the birth of triathlon, proving that even a wheelchair can’t hold back a SEAL.

Just like the Hell’s Angels swapped their wings for wheels, I’m trading my RV6’s plain nose for a snarl that channels the same wild, rebellious spirit of those sky-soaring legends.