Donald Trump hits back after being slammed for offensive Rob Reiner ‘tribute’

The murder of Rob Reiner and his wife was already unbearable

. Then Donald Trump turned their deaths into a political weapon.

Allies recoiled. Supporters begged him to stop. But instead of softening, he doubled down

, branding Reiner “deranged” and “very bad for our country.”

In a rare public rupture, even MAGA voices broke rank, pleading for de… Continues…

As Hollywood and Washington absorbed the shock of Rob and Michele Reiner’s brutal deaths,

Trump’s reaction cut through the grief like a blade. At a moment when their children were reeling from the horror of losing both parents,

the president chose not consolation but contempt, mocking Reiner’s lifelong opposition to him as a kind of “disease.”

The cruelty landed so hard that even some of his most loyal supporters publicly winced,

 

calling the post shameful, tasteless, and beneath the office he holds.

Republican lawmakers who almost never criticize Trump spoke out,

insisting this tragedy demanded empathy, not score‑settling.

Their unease exposed a growing fracture: how far are they willing to follow him when the politics drowns out basic humanity?

Rob Reiner had called Trump “mentally unfit” years earlier;

in the raw aftermath of this family’s devastation,

many Americans quietly wondered if Trump’s response had just proved Reiner right.

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