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Liverpool born poet and writer Michael Walsh traces his Liverpool roots back to 1865. This was the year his Irish great-grandmother arrived in the Second City of Empire. His parents were born at the turn of what was to become the most tumultuous century in history. Michael's father, Patrick, fought in three major conflicts before reaching his fortieth birthday. His mother, Kathleen, was a former nun turned gun-running renegade.
On leaving school at 15 years of age, Michael spent 12 weeks at the Merchant Navy School for Sailors in Sharpness, Gloucestershire. During his years at sea, he was to visit and work in over 60 countries.
The journalist and broadcaster since provided articles and columns for numerous magazines and international news media. In 2011 he was awarded Writer of the Year by the publishers of Euro Weekly News, Europe's highest-circulation newspaper of its kind. He has authored, edited and ghosted over 70 book titles.

NATO’S WAR ON RUSSIA ECHOES THE AFGHAN DEBACLE

“it was a war begun for no wise purpose, carried on with a strange mixture of rashness and timidity, brought to a close after suffering and disaster, without much glory attached either to the government which directed, or the great body of troops which waged it. Not one benefit, political or military, was acquired with this war. Our eventual evacuation of the country resembled the retreat of an army defeated.”

GERMANY: DISASTER FOR MIGRANT-LOVING LIBERAL ELITE

The collapse of the toxic Left-Wing/Liberal Germany continues as the centre-right Christian Democratic Union (CDU) says that it will implement strict immigration laws even if it has to enlist the support of the right-wing Alternative for Germany (AfD) to pass them. The move marks the first time a mainstream German party has agreed to work with the AfD.

THE STIGMA ENIGMA VIGILANTE THRILLER

The enfeebled Enzo Saporito was in no condition to resist as the neck of the container after Scarlett’s fingerprints had been wiped, was first pressed into his hand and then applied to his half-open lips.  It was a small matter that required little assistance from his assassin.