This letter is to all the self-righteous critics who revel in the shortcomings of the late, great Michael Jackson.
Michael was the host for those parasites to feed from. He was the strong man in the arena. Critics were the obnoxious, belligerent spectators. It was men such as Michael Jackson that gave those big-mouth spectators something to talk about. Michael was a doer. Critics were just talkers. Well done is better than well said. Even at his lowest moments Michael Jackson still towered over those critics.
President Theodore Roosevelt summed up the fault-finding critic by saying, "It is not the critic that counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
"The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who errs, and who comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of great achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory or defeat." ...
Kevin Palmer, Martinez