Hedge Funds

Welcome to the Ackmanaissance, Uncle Warren.

It’s a matter of principle, even if it’s not currently a profitable one.

The former Och-Ziff Capital Management no longer dares speak its founder’s name.

And he does it via Charlie Gasparino in case any of you were afraid this wasn't sufficiently batshit.

The Mooch performatively pisses off the president, is forced to join The Resistance.

Interest rates are really about your mood in 2019.

The anti-China crusader sees a true ally in the most-hated woman on Wall Street.

It’s a hedge fund Greek tragedy.

Ray Dalio says it’s not gonna happen, and based on his track record, we’re doomed.

And since he’ll be doing it from 220 Central Park South, he’ll literally be looking down.

Of Mice and Fashionable Men.

But he promises he’ll pay up if John Roberts tells him to.

An ex-SAC subadvisor is turbocharging the Big Guy’s not-terribly-impressive returns.

David Tepper needs the help to put a roof over his football team’s heads.

Boris Johnson is worth his substantial weight in gold to these people.

Bill Whitaker isn’t interested in getting used to the strangeness.

‘Bad stock picking’ is usually the reason a hedge fund dies, but rarely is it the acknowledged reason.

That's some memo, Leon.