Trump Visits Powell

Oh, friends — if you didn’t see this one live, you missed a scene straight out of The Apprentice: D.C. Edition. President Trump, hardhat firmly in place, stormed into the Federal Reserve like he owned the place (which, let’s be honest, in his mind, he kinda does) and gave Jerome Powell the kind of public dressing-down that would make a lesser man feign a fainting spell just to get out of it.

This wasn’t a “tour.” This was Trump in his natural habitat — a construction site — sniffing out bloated costs like a bloodhound on a steak truck. The Fed’s renovation has ballooned to around $3.1 billion (yes, with a B), and Trump made sure Powell knew it. You could see Powell deflating as Trump, with actual receipts in hand, shoved the overrun numbers back at him like a disappointed landlord at rent day.


There was this one moment — you know the one — where a reporter lobbed Trump the softball of all softballs: “What would you do if one of your project managers went this far over budget?” And Trump, without missing a beat, dropped the hammer: “I’d fire him!” Cue the nervous laugh track. You could practically see Powell’s soul leave his body.


And oh, it got worse. Trump questioned whether the project should’ve even started, mocked its glacial timeline (2027 — seriously?), and left Powell looking like he wished his safety helmet could just swallow him whole. If you watched closely, there was a split second where I swear Powell turned a shade of puce.


This wasn’t just a bad day for Powell. This was the kind of “alpha male vs. numbers nerd” clash that makes you squirm in your seat — but you can’t look away. Trump was in full predator mode. Powell? Roadkill.


And the cherry on top? After eviscerating him live, Trump floated back to the White House and dropped a “very civil” Truth Social post — the kind where he twists the knife so smoothly Powell probably won’t feel the sting until next Tuesday.

Get ready for the “Powell howling” from the media — it’s coming, and it’s going to be delicious.