We've railed on before about how the massive wealth gap is turning us into a fatter version of Brazil, but an article in this morning's Post pretty much put it all in perspective for us. Rich kids, unable to handle the trauma of an hours-long bus ride to the bucolic setting that is sleepaway camp, are now flying chartered jets to their summer destinations.

The charter company Revolution Air has assigned more than 20 private jets to fly children to summer camp at the end of June, at a cost of about $8,000 a flight. To cater to their young clients, the company has developed a special menu, including peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches, chicken fingers and ice-cream sundaes.

You're clenching your teeth already, right? You're cursing hedge fund managers, their progeny, and any system that would allow, much less celebrate, such a thing, right? Hang on, there's more!

One of the shortest trips the company has booked is 45 minutes from West Hampton to Saranac Lake. "The last request we got was for someone who wants to go to camp on June 25," [company President Ronald Goldstein] said, adding that the kid has requested Cap'n Crunch be served. Charlotte Morello, of Connecticut, has organized a birthday party for her 9-year-old daughter, Meredith, on a private jet next month. "All her cousins will come onto the plane," Morello said. "We'll have a manicurist and a model on the runway theme."

Okay, you've waited long enough. Bury the rag deep in your face; now is the time for your poor tears.

Jet Kids [NYP]