Arrr! Powell's crew be sailin' for stormy seas, clashin' with Trump like a barnacle on a ship's bottom!
2024-12-16
Arrr, in the mighty fortress of the Federal Reserve, whispers of the Trump tide be few and far between, savvy? The scallywag had a rocky sea with them independent bankers, demandin' they drop interest rates like cannonballs, but they stood firm! When they wouldn’t budge, he let fly with a storm of bluster!
Arrr mateys, gather ‘round and lend me yer ears! Inside the grand fortress o’ the Federal Reserve, perched like a watchful crow over Constitution Avenue, the whispers o’ the Trump tide be cautious at best. Aye, it be a crafty design, savvy? For when the swashbucklin’ Donald J. Trump first set sail in the political waters, he found himself at odds with the fine folk o’ the Fed.