From the New York Post Web site, I ran across a story that speaks volumes about doofus parents and what’s wrong with America today. Summer camps for kids are a billion dollar a year industry, with some camps costing thousands of dollars a week.


But what the article focused on was not so much the ridiculously high-priced theme camps, but rather how the kids are getting there. I figured the kids would all pile on a chartered bus with some meth-head at the wheel and be on their way. Not so.


As part of the camping-experience package, one of the most popular transportation options is provided by Revolution Air, a company that has private jets that cater to New York kids flying to camps in the New England area, many of which are less than a two-hour drive from home.


In fact, the popularity of these $8,000 short flights—that’s right, eight-grand—have led the company to develop a special menu for its young clientele, including peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches, chicken fingers and ice-cream sundaes. And the private jets themselves include plasma TV screens, a library of DVDs, and an X-box for each kid on the 30-minute flight.


I think this story is a sign that we’re witnessing the passing of the generational torch from doofus parents who are in the process of raising a new bumper-crop of doofus kids.


On the bright side, this ensures that I’ll have plenty of doofus material for as long as I do this segment.