Long-time readers know of my lifelong disdain for anything related to cruises. Having experienced a cruise precisely zero times, I nonetheless harbor an abiding loathing for the things, since I vividly imagine them to be gargantuan floating hotels, peopled with morbidly obese gastropods who are desperate to interrupt the emptiness of their lives with a brief bacchanalia lined with all-you-can-eat buffets. The entire enterprise disgusts me.

With that sparkle-eyed introduction, I am delighted to report that Royal Carribean Group (RCL) is getting absolutely nuked this morning. I suspect their profits have been severely diminished by the gluttonous blobs bobbing up and down on their ships, eating far too much fried chicken and cheesecake.