I just didn’t know—until the other day, when it finally hit me. Jerome Powell is God, and the FOMC is the Holy of Holies. The cherubim floating above them, fluttering their wings and singing praises, are all econ majors. The Wall Street sycophants and Washington insiders are the seraphim. Meanwhile, the media resemble Jim Jones devotees in Guyana, never questioning the absurdity of it all. I’ll have another glass of punch, please!
On Wednesday, I was driving up I‑95 to Washington, tuned to Bloomberg Radio. I listened to all of Jerome Powell’s remarks and the...