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I am offended by late-night infomercials. You do not normally see this kind of non-sense in the middle of the day. Every last one of them is a con, naked and clumsy. I stay up late and have the television on every night, and that is what I get. There is no way to hide from it. Years ago you can still watch old movies at late night. Now, all there is but infomercials. Whoever came up with the word infomercial should be sent straight to hell. They are neither information nor commercial. Con men have no information to give; and they have nothing to sell. They are there just to take people’s money. All these make them despicable, but it is the timing and its implication that infuriate me. They put all of them at 2am, as if to say, this is the hour of dupes! That is insulting to insomniacs. Just because I am up at this hour does not mean I need to call a phone sex(less) line, buy into some “get someone-else-rich” schemes, imagine my breast getting bigger by buying some stinky cream, and put mysterious zit paste on my face. If I were con by a good game, I would be mad but not insulted. If I were Doyle Lonnegan, I would feel taken but not insulted; it was a good game Shaw and Kelly put together. Here, the infomercials do not even put in the effort for a good game. They just think I am stupid, and that I cannot accept.