Rosen enters the Twilight Lounge with an axe to grind: the city of San Francisco has taken his 32-gallon garbage and recycling cans and replaced them with an enormous recycling can and a tiny garbage can. Having quickly established that you can’t keep The Man off your back, he tries to steer the conversation toward England, only to have it tumble back to Gaza, where Goldbrener has a few gripes of his own, but they’re not the gripes you may have seen coming. It’s clear that Rosen certainly didn’t, as he spends the second half of this charged episode on his heels, wishing only to talk about the Royal Wedding and instead examining the moral responsibilities of a country in turmoil. .
The boys are unhacked, thanks to Dave, and they’re willing to tackle this week’s big Jewish issues, but first Rosen has to recover from the drive to the Twilight Lounge and Gauge Guy’s obnoxious aggressive Prius piloting and Goldbrener must draw a strange parallel between the nine-year-old him and Anne Frank. After considering serving dessert in a pair of shoes, we move onto the elephant in the room, sifting through reams of semi-accurate media reports to ask:
What is really happening in Gaza?
And does it really matter what’s true and what’s not? Episode 177 starts with this question and ends with a sage-like Goldbrener challenging all of us to ignore the noise and move past our prejudices, whichever side of the fence we’re on.
It’s morning in the Twilight Lounge; Goldbrener has coffee, but Rosen forgot to bring donuts — perhaps because he’s completely unhinged after sitting for jury selection. Meanwhile, an Israeli company has invented the folding car and “Rich kid” Rosen is prepared to take the NFL by storm.
But in Hollywood, a toxic svengali is drawing prominent Jews into his orbit. And really,
…are svengalis good for the Jews?
They’re not good for anyone, but when they tap a mid-list Jewish TV actress and the daughter of one of the most prominent philanthropic Jews in history, it gets personal — and the boys go deep, exploring the risks of blind faith and humanity’s need for a savior. Beware self-help seminars, people; you could end up branded and starved.