Jimmy Kimmel Slams Donald Trump
Jimmy Kimmel Slams Donald Trump as ‘Hateful and Vile’ for Saying Rob Reiner Had ‘Trump Derangement Syndrome’: ‘That Corroded Brain Is in Charge of Our Lives’
Jimmy Kimmel slammed Donald Trump during his Monday night broadcast of “Jimmy Kimmel Live!” for saying Rob Reiner died “due to the anger he caused others” through his “Trump derangement syndrome.”
“What we need at a time like this, besides common sense when it comes to guns and mental health care, is compassion and leadership. We did not get that from our president, because he has none of it to give. Instead, we got a fool rambling about nonsense,” Kimmel said. “For Rob and Michele Reiner, we got this post.”
Kimmel then recited Trump’s Monday morning Truth Social post, which read, “A very sad thing happened last night in Hollywood. Rob Reiner, a tortured and struggling, but once very talented movie director and comedy star, has passed away, together with his wife, Michele, reportedly due to the anger he caused others through his massive, unyielding, and incurable affliction with a mind crippling disease known as TRUMP DERANGEMENT SYNDROME, sometimes referred to as TDS.”
The president continued, “He was known to have driven people CRAZY by his raging obsession of President Donald J. Trump, with his obvious paranoia reaching new heights as the Trump Administration surpassed all goals and expectations of greatness, and with the Golden Age of America upon us, perhaps like never before. May Rob and Michele rest in peace!”
“It’s so hateful and vile,” Kimmel said of the post. “When I first saw it, I thought it was fake. My wife showed it to me this morning. I was like, ‘Even for him, that seemed like too much.’ But nothing is ever too much for him.”
Kimmel then turned his attention to an Oval Office press conference, where Trump was given “the chance to take another shot to act like a human being” and take back his post on Reiner. Trump instead doubled down.
“I wasn’t a fan of his at all,” Trump told reporters Monday. “He was a deranged person as far as Trump is concerned. He knew it was false. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. He said I was a friend of Russia, controlled by Russia. You know, the Russia hoax. He was one of the people behind it. I think he hurt himself career-wise. He became like a deranged person. Trump derangement syndrome. So, I was not a fan of Rob Reiner at all, in any way, shape or form. I thought he was very bad for our country.”
“That corroded brain is in charge of our lives,” Kimmel said. “If you voted for that, it’s OK to reconsider. It’s perfectly fine. I have to say, I know from my personal interactions with Rob Reiner that he would want us to keep pointing out the loathsome atrocities that continue to ooze out of this sick and irresponsible man’s mouth. So we’re going to do that over and over again until the rest of us wake up.”
Kimmel wasn’t the only late-night host to discuss Reiner. Colbert opened his Monday night broadcast with a preface in light of Reiner’s death, as well as the shootings at Bondi Beach and Brown University.
“Hello, everybody,” a somber Colbert said at his desk. “Normally, we start the show with a short cold open about a major news story of the day. But after the terrible news this past weekend, the horrifying Hanukkah massacre at Bondi Beach, the tragic shootings at Brown University and the heartbreaking deaths of Rob and Michele Reiner, all of the major stories are too dark for that. Other people’s tragedy is sacred ground, and we try very hard not to walk there. But we are going to do a comedy show tonight, in light of and in spite of the darkness.”
Reiner, a prolific filmmaker who broke into Hollywood starring in “All in the Family” before directing films like “Stand by Me,” “When Harry Met Sally…,” “This Is Spinal Tap” and “A Few Good Men,” was found stabbed to death Sunday afternoon in his Brentwood home alongside his wife of 36 years, Michele Singer. Reiner was 78, and Singer was 70.
Nick Reiner, the son of Rob and Michele, was arrested on Sunday at 9:15 p.m. and booked on Monday at 5:05 a.m. on suspicion of his parents’ murder, per the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department online records.
LAPD Chief Jim McDonnell confirmed during a Monday morning press conference that Nick Reiner had been “booked for murder.” He added that it was a “very, very tragic incident.”
Charges have not been filed. The LAPD said in a press release that investigators are expected to submit the case to the DA for filing on Tuesday.
"Listen to me, boy: cure my twins and I'll adopt you." The billionaire laughed... and the street child only touched them; then a miracle happened..
"Listen to me, boy: cure my twins and I'll adopt you." The billionaire laughed... and the street child only touched them; then a miracle happened...
Richard Vale had everything the world admired: iron gates, private jets, a business empire built on numbers that never slept. His name opened doors. His firm ended wars in boardrooms.
But inside his mansion, silence reigned.
Since the accident, her twins—Evan and Elise—moved through life like fragile glass. Metal splints hugged their legs. Crutches scraped the marble floor. The doctors spoke in careful tones, avoiding words like “never” when they meant exactly that.
No laughing in the courtyard.
No running in the hallways.
Just medical appointments, tests, and a father drowning in guilt he couldn't buy to get out of it.
His wife, Margaret, had grown distant: not cruel, just empty. When she looked at the children, her eyes filled with a sorrow too heavy to speak aloud. When she looked at Richard, there was a question neither of them dared to ask.
Why weren't you there that day?
Then destiny arrived —not in a tailored suit, not in a luxury car.
But barefoot. Thin. Seven years old.
His name was Kai.
A child who slept under park benches and spoke to the sky as if the sky were answering him.
The gala night glittered like a lie. The chandeliers burned brightly. The champagne flowed. The donors smiled with rehearsed pity as the twins were wheeled into the ballroom: symbols of tragedy wrapped in wealth.
Richard smiled all night. He nodded. He thanked everyone.
Until something inside him broke.
He saw Kai near the back —silent, invisible— looking at the twins with an expression that was not one of pity.
And Richard, drunk with pain and arrogance, said the words that would either destroy him… or redeem him.
"Look, kid," she laughed loudly, her voice echoing through the room. "Heal my children and I'll adopt you. How about that? Now that would be a miracle, wouldn't it?"
Some guests giggled. Others froze.
Kai didn't laugh.
He advanced calmly, as if the marble floor belonged to him.
"Can I try?" he asked gently.
The room fell silent.
Richard made a dismissive gesture with his hand.
—Go ahead. Do me a favor.
Kai knelt before the twins. He didn't ask their names. He didn't touch the splints. He didn't say a word anyone would recognize.
She simply closed her eyes… and gently placed her hands on their knees.
The air changed.
Not dramatically. Just… strange. Like the moment before a storm.
So-
Evan's crutch slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a thud.
"I-I... I feel hot," Evan whispered, his eyes wide. "Dad... it doesn't hurt."
Elise stood up.
One step.
Then another.
A collective gasp tore through the room.
Margaret screamed.
Richard couldn't breathe.
The twins stood there—trembling, crying, standing—while the guests recoiled as if witnessing something forbidden.
And Kai?
Kai staggered.
He collapsed.
The doctors rushed toward him, shouting orders. Security panicked. Richard fell to his knees beside the child.
"What did you do?" she demanded, her voice breaking.
Kai smiled weakly.
—I shared.
That night, the tests showed the impossible: nerve activity restored, damage reversed beyond any medical explanation. The twins slept peacefully for the first time in years.
Kai lay unconscious in a private room at the hospital.
And Vivien Vale —Richard's sister— made her move.
He called lawyers. Doctors. Board members.
"It's a fraud," he insisted. "Or it's dangerous. We can't let it stay."
When Kai finally woke up, Vivien was alone by his bed.
"You don't belong here," he said coldly. "Tell me your price. I'll make you disappear."
Kai looked at her calmly.
—I already have a home.
—You live on the street.
—I used to live where I was needed —he replied—. Now I'm here.
Vivien smiled barely, her smile thin and sharp.
—Do you think my brother will choose you over the family name?
That night, Richard gathered everyone together.
To the council. To the press. To the doctors.
And to Kai.
Richard stood in front of them, his hands trembling—not from fear, but from clarity.
"I made a promise," he said. "In public. Cruelly. And a child kept it."
Vivien stepped forward.
—Richard, think about—
"No," he said firmly. "That's what I'm doing."
He turned to Kai and knelt down.
"I don't know what you are," Richard said, his voice rough. "But you saved my children. And I failed mine."
He extended his hand.
—If you accept us… we would like to be your family.
Kai looked at the twins —who were now running, still unsure, but laughing.
Then he nodded.
Years later, people were still arguing about Kai.
Angel.
Medical anomaly.
Inexplicable coincidence.
But Richard Vale didn't care anymore.
Because every night, as I passed by the twins' room, I heard laughter echoing in hallways that once felt like a tomb.
And sometimes… just sometimes… Kai still spoke to the sky.
Only now, the sky seemed to answer him.
