I planned to rant more about Mr. Kaus and his — to put it kindly — dubious post about copy editors. Even if reporters wrote perfect copy, it's not at though headlines and page layouts would appear by magic. And no one writes perfect copy. Least of all Mickey Kaus.
But I'm going off track. I could write a post like that, maniacally tearing down Kaus. I won't, though.
Why? The domestic partner made a good point, after listening to me rant and ramble. He asked, "If Mickey Kaus wasn't on Slate, would anyone even read him?" In other words, why waste your time?
Touché.