(Slap!) Trump's abacus beads have all fallen on Wall Street's face—this old guy, with red eyes, shouts 'lower interest rates,' not for the American economy, but clearly to pump cheap fuel into his campaign tank! But can the smart folks at the Federal Reserve be fooled? Want them to be puppets? Not a chance! The FOMC voting members are all ruthless characters; even the president must comply with the rules!

Think you can turn the tables with just two people? Do you think the Federal Reserve is a market?

Kugler leaves early, and Trump is delighted to rub his hands: 'A heaven-sent opportunity!' He declares he will install his people within days. Even more sinister, Powell will roll out in May next year; this old fox is planning to directly stuff a 'rate-cutting enforcer' into the chair position. But does he really think the Federal Reserve is his family’s kitchen table?

Former Cleveland heavyweight Meester sneered: 'Playing politics here? You're asking for death! Want to move interest rates? Bring real economic data!' Last month's vote slapped faces hard—Waller and Bowman, whom Trump personally elevated, jumped up shouting for lower rates, but ended up bruised by 9 opposing votes! Why? The tariff war has made prices scream, and now you want to pour water? That's like throwing gasoline on a fire!

Voting booths are battlegrounds; it’s not about having more people!

The voting power of the Federal Reserve is very deep: 7 governors in Washington + the head of the New York Fed is the iron hat king, and the remaining 4 votes rotate among 11 local warlords. Even if Trump fills 4 seats with his loyalists, he will still be at the mercy of local factions in the 12-member voting group!

Former New York power broker Dudley, smoking a cigarette, declared: 'Which four lackeys are trying to scare whom? Local bosses recognize only the economic thermometer, not the White House's decree!' Even more outrageous, Trump's top aide Waller, who last year waved the banner of 'Federal Reserve independence' as a guardian, suddenly turned against lowering interest rates in June this year—can you believe that even trusted aides can turn against him? Is Trump's face tough enough?

The three figures left by Biden, Barr, Cook, and Jefferson, are like steel plates blocking the path to interest rate cuts. National insurance chief economist Bostian spat: 'These three only see the cutting edge of data. Smell a hint of political stench? They draw their swords directly!'

The four local kings: specialized in treating all forms of discontent!

The four local hardliners who will hold the votes next year are all tough nuts to crack:

  • Cleveland's hawk Hamack: dared to flip the table and oppose interest rate cuts at the third meeting last year, and the latest employment data is terrible? She doesn't even raise an eyelid: 'Inflation isn't dead yet, what’s the rush!'

  • Dallas gunslinger Logan: managed the Federal Reserve's purse strings for twenty years, declared in July: 'Lock interest rates down for me! Don't think about loosening the reins until inflation is under control!'

  • Minnesota’s demon Kashkari: the one who held $700 billion to save the market during the financial crisis, now trusts only data and not superstition. The president can shout as much as he wants? It's just hot air!

  • Philadelphia rookie Paulson: don’t look down on this voting newcomer; he has crawled through piles of central bank data for twenty years, a true technical expert killer!

Macro policy veteran Coronado hits the nail on the head: 'These four are all old ghosts that emerged from the financial market; who dares to touch the Federal Reserve's gold sign? Their knives are quicker than the president's words!'

Dreaming of interest rate cuts in 2025? Be careful of being stabbed in the back by your own people!

Confidential reports from June show that 10 voting members nodded for at least two rate cuts next year. With July’s dismal employment data, dovish forces are sure to swell. If the economy continues to deteriorate, a wave of rate cuts may truly come.

But the fatal flaw lies here—if the chair Trump forces is a fool, or if the political maneuvering becomes too ugly? The FOMC could immediately fall apart! Meester forebodes with a frown: voting chaos? The market will explode immediately! Long-term interest rates will soar like a rocket, and there won’t be enough time to cry!

Waller is even tougher, ringing the death knell: 'If the new chair is treated as a White House puppet? Inflation expectations will explode on the spot! Want to lower interest rates? Wait to be drained dry by usury!'

When political mad dogs collide with the iron wall of the economy

Trump swings the personnel hammer and bangs on the Federal Reserve's iron door, unaware that behind the door stands the 'Economic Jury' forged over twenty years. Their veins flow with data, and their bones are engraved with anti-inflation genes, making them instinctively disgusted by political manipulation!

This century's gamble is betting on the dollar's coffin—when the White House truly has its hands around the Federal Reserve's neck, guess what collapses first, the Dow Jones index or that stack of green bills in your pocket?