The Man In The Arena

If I wrote what I wanted to say to those who sat back and did nothing, those who say "I told you so" and the ones with the smirk upon their apathetic coupons, I'd run the risk of having this blog removed and be banished from my beloved OM.

So I left them with following :

“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”

President Theodore Roosevelt

No doubt the pish-takers will be along soon enough but, for now, I can no longer be arsed with them.