Rob Reiner is dead. So is his wife. It was violent. It was ugly. And it’s tragic in the technical sense of the word. But let’s not do the dishonest thing where we pretend this man suddenly deserves reverence because he’s gone.

No tears will be lost here.

For decades, Reiner made a career out of sneering at half the country, smearing anyone who disagreed with him as stupid, evil, or dangerous. He didn’t just criticize policies, he dehumanized people. He mocked them. He wished ruin on them. And he did it loudly, smugly, and without apology.

Now that he’s gone, the same people who cheered that behavior want silence, grace, and decorum. They want critics to suddenly discover compassion they were never allowed to have themselves. Funny how that works!! This isn’t celebration. It’s accounting.

A person’s death doesn’t erase the damage they spent a lifetime doing. It doesn’t magically convert cruelty into courage or arrogance into virtue. Legacy isn’t written at the moment of death, it’s written in the years before it. And Rob Reiner’s public life deserves to be remembered exactly as it was, divisive, contemptuous, and fueled by an open hatred for people he considered beneath him. No canonization. No forced mourning.
Just the truth, plain, uncomfortable, and earned. One less Meathead....