What could be more fun than a 7-day cruise with a bunch of libertarian assholes? Nothing, that’s what.
Imagine going Galt for a relaxing seven days, away from the looters and moochers who resent your ability to achieve and create. Your sun-splashed days will be spent lounging on a chaise idly flipping through your highlighted copy of Atlas Shrugged while refreshing beverages are delivered to you by swarthy foreigners whom you don’t even have to tip! Later, it’s a trip to the Lido deck for lunch as you watch Nick Gillespie strut around the pool in his black leather Speedo. Sound like fun? Hell yeah!
But wait, there’s more:
That’s right. You can spend your evenings hobnobbing with stars of the “libertarian intellectual universe” at the nightly reading of John Galt’s 70-page speech (Thursday Night is Esperanto night!), afterward it’s cognac and cigars and sneering at the stupid and unproductive, before returning to your cabin for some vigorous yet lonely masturbation because you refuse to sanction your own victimhood by providing pleasure to others. To even question whether you should avail yourself to this exciting offer is as useless as asking how deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? Who is John Galt?
Hurry and book your space now*!
*Limited spaces available. Deposits may not be refundable. In the unlikely event of a shipwreck on a deserted island, every man for himself. But you probably knew that.