I actually never saw many of Rob Reiner’s films, but I still knew he was a major and popular player in Hollywood (though I didn’t know until now he also headed Castle Rock Entertainment, without whom no Seinfeld among many others), as well as a serious political activist (he played a big role in overturning a gay marriage ban in California many years ago). So the news that he and his wife Michele had been murdered over the weekend was obviously inherently terrible, but it was made worse by the news that it was apparently their son who did it… and what made it even worse was the fact that both Reiners had actually collaborated on a film inspired by the younger man’s misadventures with drug addiction and homelessness over the years.
And then, like diarrhoea icing on a shit cake:
Yeah, SOMEONE couldn’t not be a complete fucking ghoul about this. Nothing here needed to be said apart from the opening and closing sentences. And you know, cos I’ve said it on here enough times, I’m not into celebrating people’s deaths, but I’ll make an exception for this thing when his time comes. A joyful exception. And I know that when his clogs do finally pop, someone equally awful if not worse will follow him as president… but we’ll be saved from him at least. On the plus side, even Republicans are aghast at this bullshit, though not all:
I’ll be charitable and assume Jack Posobiec posted this before Mushroom Cock belched his post out. But let’s look at Rob Reiner celebrating Charlie Kirk’s death…
…Oh, he didn’t. Well, there you go. Anyway, RIP Rob and Michele; hilariously, before the two of them met, Michele took the cover photo of Trump for The Art of the Deal. And Rob, well, Rob gave us a joke that’s added more to human happiness in the last four decades than Mushroom Cock ever could:
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