Nobody read my original damn comment... which I guess emphasizes my point.
I read your comment. I even responded. It is not my fault that everyone else decided to go along with my added humor instead of your bitter resentment of published authors.
I am unpublished. I used to cry myself to sleep like all the other people who watch their dreams float towards the gutter, but one day I got sick of crying. I got sick of reading things less for enjoyment and more so I could nitpick the writing to death and claim mine was better.
I sat my ass in front of my manuscript and worked it until my eyes bled. I'm still working it, but damn it, it's almost polished, and it's 100xs better than before (and yes, I thought it was better than all the other stuff before too).
I don't know if I'll get it published or not. If I don't, so be it. I'll make it better and try again, because spending my time being angry and bitter isn't hurting anyone but yours truly.