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“But I want to be clear: we’re not moving fast enough,” said Obama, chastising world leaders. “We are not doing enough,” continued the President, shuffling papers, buying time, trying to remember what that damned fourth issue was. Certain that it too was emblematic of chronic failure in global policy coordination. You see, he’d already addressed climate change, ISIS, and tax inversions. But no matter, we all draw bla

“Tell you one thing that helps me take risk,” grunted Bulldog, wandering around Greenwich, his wild pack barking in the background. “We feed off each other,” continued one of the industry’s largest, most profitable risk-takers. They roam far and wide, scratching, sniffing. Until one picks up a scent. Then they race off, competing to be fastest, biggest. “Most people wait for prices to really move their way before get

Hope all goes well… I got a beef. You would too if you’d tried to navigate Manhattan all week. As paranoid little dictators from every corner of the planet joined hapless elected leaders at the UN, to discuss matters of existential importance. Like global warming. Which for instance, you contribute to, every time you and your posse of pistol-packing pachyderms take 15 black Escalades 3 blocks to buy a Frappuccino. Or

What the hell? Nothing happened? Seriously? Scotland’s British? Some crappy little concept-country called Catalonia collapsed? The sun rose? Then set? Yup. And that’s not the half of it. Yellen kept her “considerable period” language in the Fed statement. Which means nothing. Don’t believe me? Just ask her, she admitted it, she’s “data dependent.” But still, had she removed “considerable period,” like for real, well,

Hope all goes well… “I went big, hard, I went early,” grunted Bulldog, licking dollar-drool off his chops. “After Jackson Hole, you knew Draghi was finally doing QE,” continued one of our industry’s largest risk-takers. “Now there’s serious divergence between the ECB and Fed – that’s what moves real money.” German 2yrs yield negative 0.07%; an oxymoron. US 2yrs yield 0.57%. That spread’s at a 7yr high. “This kind of

“This is somewhat of an oxymoron,” I admitted, sliding into the world of contradiction as easily as slipping on a pair of old jeans. We were discussing portfolio construction using inexpensive volatility. Which is something we do. But of course, the funny thing about volatility is that it only ever feels cheap when it’s expensive and falling. Which lures punters into the market to pick a low. Who then suffer the deca

“Perhaps that’s what’s going on,” said the central banker, an inquisitive fella, open minded, intrigued by uncertainty. So rather than discussing what we already know, we focused on perplexing puzzles. Like why, in year-six of zero rates and bodacious central bank balance sheets, global growth and inflation still surprise on the downside. “What if what looked like a good economy in 2005 was actually just horrible ove

“A small body of determined spirits, fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission, can alter the course of history,” he said, frail in body, fierce in heart, and powerful beyond imagination. Naturally, he was right. He is right. And inspired by Gandhi’s wisdom, and self-determination victory, it’s no wonder countless aspirants have followed his path. Now, Salmond is no Mahatma. And Alex’s unquenchable faith, like

Hope all goes well… “So why have you come to our little country?” asked the policy maker. And having long ago come to terms with my stupidity, I responded simply. “The biggest answers are often found in the smallest places.” He nodded. “New Zealand is the first G10 nation to hike rates in this cycle,” I continued, “and I wonder whether any developed economy is able to withstand higher rates.” He smiled, and admitted,

“Well, your question is actually something we asked ourselves,” said Draghi, and the young reporter blushed. “But the answer to this question is: would the truth be a risk?” he continued. Which translated from charming-Italian to ugly-American means, “We also asked ourselves, would it be better to lie?” You see, the reporter had asked Mario, whether he worried that by admitting Europe’s chronic decline in both inflat