This letter to the editor of Slate suggests that you have only yourself to blame if you grow frustrated reading the Kausfiles:

“I often make the mistake of trying to read Mickey Kaus the same way I’d read, say, Tim Noah or George Will – that is, as political commentary. When I attempt this, I leave Kaus’s columns feeling, dazed, confused, somewhat violated, yet strangely dreamlike… as if I’d been mugged and molested by the Pillsbury Doughboy. This is because Kaus isn’t writing poltical commentary. He’s writing a Page 2 gossip column. He just happens to be using Howard Dean and Hillary Clinton instead of Ben and J-Lo.

How else to explain the style of Kaus’s writing, which presents itself as opinionated yet lazily unintellectual, fawning yet derisive, biased yet blankly removed? To read Kaus is to read the world of politics not as a real world of actual ideas and events, but as a darling game, where points are scored, winners are glamorous, and all’s well as long as it’s all a lark in the end.”