Mafia Seeks to Improve Communities by Maintaining Crime Rings

HAMILTON, NY— The infamous Five Families of the Italian Mafia have terrorized New York City and the surrounding area for nearly a century. After reaching their zenith in the 1950’s and 60’s, they have slowly declined due to pressure from federal law enforcement and backlash from the local community. Today, some are calling on the FBI and other organizations to make a final push and wipe them out once and for all, but some members believe that the organized crime syndicates can be a benefit for the community and that rather than leaving the life behind, they have a duty to stay and reform from the inside.

Alfonse “Little Al” Giucciduolfo allowed the Rag to interview him in his palatial Brooklyn townhouse. “Eh forgettaboutit, whats da mafia eva done to someone who aint no snitch, or deadbeat, or whooore, or innocent bystanda. Sure, we do a little racketeering and collect protection from some a da locals, but every Christmas we give out free Gabbagool!” Thomas “Little Tommy” Spaciattodololiatari, who managed to cover the whole table we interviewed him at with marinara by gesticulating wildly with his sausage-like fingers, told us “Ey forgettaboutit! So every once in a while we gotta whack some mook or cut some whooooare, dey had it comin’, shoulda been wearin’ somthin sexier. Do I benefit from bein a made guy, yeah I guess it has its perks, but everybody loves us. Even Al da drunk came around afta we cut off his finga. If I stay, I can help des guys make a positive impact on da community, but if I leave, who knows who could come around. I mean yeah if we all quit I guess itd go away, but dats never gonna happin, so I might as well look after number one.”

Recently, several high ranking members’ wives left them after becoming indignant at their husbands’ behavior, but we interviewed several who, after complaining about the “dumb slutty broads and whoooooooars,” that their husbands spend so much time with, nevertheless feel that their husbands should stay in the organization. Mariana Agapadutatieramanucci, who apologized for dressing casually while wearing a full mink coat and several necklaces so gaudy they would make the Migos blush said “Ey forgettaboutit. Nobodies getting’ rich here, its haaahd work.  My Little Tony’s out der bustin his ass every day to put food on our tables. Were stayin in da family to make an impact in da community, not because literally every aspect of our life and our self worth and our status in da community is centahd on it. Sure, da perks is nice, but really we’re just here to help out.”

Sexy Pennywise Becomes It Costume of 2017

HAMILTON, NY— Last year was undeniably the highlight of female Halloween costumes with the introduction of Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn; DC provided women (along with a few men of conventional irony and secure masculinity) for a single night the feminine ideal.

“It’s hard to find a character that romanticizes mental illness, abusive relationships, and atrocious tattoos while also being so fetishizedly sexy,” junior Christie Camembert explained, twisting her faux pink pigtail and eyeing the room warily for a Joker to sweep her off her feet and into a state of toxic dependency and romantic serfdom before thrusting her into the merciless will of gravity.

Though her analysis of the villainess’ sexual appeal is on the mark, fellow partygoers found her nostalgia of the past pitiful, the character no longer a figure on the forefront of universal imagination. “You wouldn’t see me dressing as Trump this Halloween, either be timeless or trending,” commented Tach brother James Manchego, seemingly unaware of the hypocrisy in his Vote for Pedro t-shirt and Jew-fro wig. In the search for relevance however, many Colgate students searched far and wide for the ideal pop-culture reference, ultimately reaching an autumnal epiphany.

This Halloween marked the undeniable reign of sexy Pennywise, of Stephen King’s “It,”, as the it costume of the year. In the sea of sexy cats and scandalous devils, beacons of orange provided illumination into the incredible ingenuity of the low self-esteemed. Instagram feeds flooded with Stephen King’s creature of fear turned femme-fatale, and positive reactions from local sexist douchebags confirmed there was something disconcertingly sexy about these killers clowns with cleavage. Beta pledge Chad Roquefort explained, “I mean, we already knew women are crazy and their tits are kinda their best asset, and I feel like this costume really drives that truth home.” Although official results have yet to be released, experts are predicting this year’s Halloweekend to set records for occurrences of mediocre one-night stands, in large part due to the prevalence of sexy Pennywise costumes.

The gender inclusivity this costume provides in the androgynous nature of immortal clown demons cannot be undervalued. A fair amount of fraternity brothers wore little other than an orange wig and a shade of facepaint only slightly more privileged than their natural complexions. The smearing of red lipstick was not irregular, as clowncest ensued amongst many of the Pennywise pandemic.

Student Grapples with Raised Prices at Slices

HAMILTON, NY— Screams erupted throughout Hamilton on the fateful August afternoon as the upperclassmen returned to campus with nothing to hope for but the unconditional love and inevitable heartburn that radiates from a proper slice. In the distance, sirens rang against the wilderness (although that may have just been a drill conducted by campo to bust incoming students for weed and alcohol). As I peered at the prices of that ever-praised establishment, I recalled the words of famed modernist T. S. Eliot:

“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.”

Because staring back at my innocent eyes was that demented three-digit number, a spit in the face of my bank account. “A dollar fucking seventy-five for a single slice of pizza,” I thought to myself, a single tear running down my cheek, “what kind of lawyer’s son one-percenter bullshit is this?”

By no means was my case unique; countless students had succumbed to the symptoms of the newly-dubbed “Slices Syndrome,” a state of lethargy and complete disregard for the world around them as they milled across the Academic Quad like freshmen after their first night at the Jug. As of press time, a meme in the “Colgate jUgz” Facebook group pertaining to the topic has reached an astounding 374 reacts, and the comment section has turned into an utter free-for-all of grief and anxiety for the future to come. “I’m still in shock, I feel betrayed and abused,” writes an exasperated student, clinging onto the golden days of cheaper college-town pizza. Tensions even turned political when another student dared to claim, “A slice was $1.50 before Trump,” receiving a grand total of three angry reacts.

As the Slices Syndrome epidemic reaches record-highs and the campus prepares to reach a breaking point, again, for like the fourth time or something – I don’t know, I’m new here – one can only imagine the rather underwhelming boycott against Slices that will inevitably wither out after like, what, a week? Hell, people here pay ten bucks to get into some weird dude’s awkwardly cramped bar and then willingly give this enigma of a grandfather eleven more dollars to drink what might as well be pisswater in a pitcher. Is your night out really in jeopardy if you have to shell out another twenty-five cents on top of the twenty-or-so dollars that you’ve already spent? Probably, but greasy food is greasy food, and it’s not like anyone can keep track of the quarter from the change they get back after slurring at a completely pissed Lou Ann who just wants to go home after a long day of work and really doesn’t give half of a shit about how many xans you popped in the bathroom. I bet you didn’t even know that she’s been helping to keep that place running for forty years, prick. Gotta make ends meet, and rich white kids are the target demographic for selling overpriced things to.

Beta Brother Sends the Rag Zodiac Letter

HAMILTON, NY—This week an encrypted message, similar to the infamous Zodiac letters, was sent to the offices of The Monthly Rag. Our crack team of codebreakers and cryptographers spent days trying to break its fiendish cypher, but through their diligence they were eventually able to unravel it. The full message follows.

I LIKE HAZING PLEDGES BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH FUN. I LIKE HAZING PLEDGES IN MY BASEMENT. IT IS MORE FUN THAN GOING TO PARTIES BECAUSE SOPHOMORES ARE THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME. BREAKING A PLEDGES LEGS IS BETTER EVEN THAN GETTING YOUR ROCKS OFF WITH AN UNCONSCIOUS FRESHMAN GIRL. THE BEST PART IS THAT WHEN I DIE I WILL BE REBORN IN PARADISE AND ALL OF MY PLEDGES WILL BE MY SLAVES. YOU WILL NOT STOP ME FROM COLLECTING SOPHOMORES FOR THE AFTERLIFE. THE PIGS TRIED TO STOP ME FROM TAKING FRESHMEN GIRLS, BUT I JUST LET THEM IN AFTER THEY CHECK ANYWAY. MAYBE NEXT WEEK I WILL THROW A PARTY AND I WILL PUT XANAX IN THE PUNCH AND PICK OFF ALL THE LITTLE FRESHMEN WHEN THEY COME DOWN THE STAIRS AFTER THE SWEEP.

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Hear No Hazing, See No Hazing Drinking Game

Here at Colgate, the Administration is serious about preventing hazing by Greek Organizations. We at The Monthly Rag have created a game to help you replicate the thorough way that they look for, investigate, and punish serious offenders, such as the Men’s Crew Team.

Players: 1+
Materials: (1) Bottle of Everclear

Instructions:

Take a pull when you see:
(2) Phi Tau’s together
A Phi Delt missing from their bed
A DU pledge with a milk mustache
A Beta with a broken limb
A Tach guy wearing a coat and tie
A Broad Street house hanging an anti- hazing banner

First-Year Confused by Talks of SnowGate

HAMILTON, NY— Sounding confused and lost, Colgate freshman Alex Hay was seen in the library café consulting her friends regarding the meaning of several colloquial expressions she didn’t understand. “Do any of you have any clue what people were talking about during Homecoming weekend when they said it was snowing a lot? I didn’t get it at all since I was pretty sure it was sunny the whole time. Like, it does not snow in September,” asked Hay as her friends sipped on their skim milk iced lattés.

Lucy Reed, official “cool girl” of the recently-formed friend group, launched into an explanation immediately. “That’s definitely just a euphemism for how cold it was that weekend. I know sooo many upperclassmen – who can definitely get us into Tach on Friday, by the way – and they said it can get really cold at Colgate, even when it’s not winter. They were totally just joking about how it was weirdly cold that weekend.” This explanation seemed to make sense to most of them, judging by the nods from the whole group, and the girls returned to diligently checking Instagram and avoiding their readings for Legacies.

However, the peace of mind was broken several minutes later when another girl piped up, “Do you think that’s why I heard people saying they were going to go skiing at night? Like, just because of the cold?” Reed appeared uneased by this new turn of phrase, but kept pushing her correctness in order to maintain her position as coolest friend group member. This was all ruined, though, when a veritable avalanche of questions began. The girls started writing down a list of every strange phrase they heard an upperclassman say that weekend. To snow and skiing, they added: nose beers, blow, nose candy, and booger sugar.

The debate that followed the creation of the list was hot, furious, and unproductive. Reed was shaken by the group’s lack of faith in her original idea, and remained seriously invested in the discussion in order to maintain her power as Pregame Host. Finally, a breakthrough was reached when Hay said, “Wait, guys, like, I heard a lot of people at this one party I snuck into asking their friends if they had coke, and I assumed they meant the soda, but they all just seemed to sniff loudly and then go to the bathroom. Could that have something to do with it?” Every girl immediately grabbed her phone to research the new concept.

At press time, all five freshmen were sitting in shock with the realization that at Colgate, it snows year-round.

Colgate Responds to Top Ten Party School Ranking

Administration Sets Sights on Finally Improving Racial and Socioeconomic Diversity

HAMILTON, NY— Known for its considerable party scene and hard-liquor dependency, Colgate University was recently ranked eighth on “The Princeton Review’s Top 20 Party Schools of 2018.” Local Beta brother, Bret Pecorino, responded to this news, saying “I think it’s fucking great that all our efforts are being recognized. But it’s important to humble ourselves and understand that we can still improve other areas of the campus.” And even with Colgate’s strides toward improvement, other white, male students can’t help but sympathize in noticing its gaping inadequacies.

The New York Times, in a breakdown of collegiate economic distribution, found that Colgate had a larger student population from families in the top 1% than the entire student population in the bottom 60%. This places Colgate at seventh for greatest economic disparity between students. An underground, pseudo-legitimate Living Writers book club discussed this disturbingly low ranking. Said one student, clutching his copy of The Art of the Deal, “Like don’t get me wrong, I donate my old Vineyard Vines shirts to Goodwill like anybody else, but I shouldn’t be forced to interact with poor people on campus. I thought this was a safe space for me.”

When pressed about the issue and what Colgate was doing to fix it, President Casey responded, “We’ve been trying to limit the economic diversity of accepted applicants for years, but we can’t get it any lower without facing legal ramifications. The Supreme Court has my hands tied. Trust me, if the government wasn’t involved, do you really think we’d still have such a small amount of white students here?” Supporting his statement, the most recent demographic data shows that Colgate has a virtually nonexistent (70%) white student population.

But, being a socially-minded institution, Colgate is no stranger to noticing a lack of diversity on campus. As one First-Year having just been kicked out of DU puts it, “Men are completely underrepresented at this school. We gave the Women’s Studies Department an entire basement! And what’s up with frats only letting girls in? This is 2017. I thought we were past this kind of sexism.”

With a 10% higher population of females to males, the administration is doing all it can to bring male diversity back to campus. In regards to the school’s attempts, Dean McLoughlin said, “We’ve been doing the bare minimum in preventing and investigating sexual assaults on campus in hopes of paring down the female students. We still haven’t made any lists for high incidents of sexual assault, but our goal is to reach Buzzfeed’s top twenty by the end of this year.”

And as Colgate tries to boost PR by moving up on similar online lists, so many aspects of the school remain unranked. The duty now lies with the student body to push the campus into new realms of exploration. As one ex-rower put, “We haven’t even started to compete with other schools in how intense our hazing can be. But we’re planning on changing that this year.” So Colgate continues toward its goal of number one on any list, whatever it may be.

Typical Colgate Student Denies Extremely Obvious Juul Addiction

HAMILTON, NY— Sophomore Peter Linwood released a statement to the Monthly Rag that he is, in fact, not addicted to the Juul e-cigarette of which he was consistently ripping throughout his interview. Linwood explained that he had recently acquired a new pack of mint pods which are, “definitely the best,” and wanted to make the most of them while he had them, ending his sentence with another Juul rip.

Linwood added that he was, “totally not addicted,” and could, “quit whenever [he] felt like it,” but that he had no desire to quit hardcore ripping his Juul V3 anytime soon. The intended econ major also reported that he has a high nicotine tolerance and needs a lot to feel it, and that he would definitely know if he was addicted.

Sources close to the student say that they would never let Linwood get dependent upon his Juul. “He just can’t be spending all of his allowance on pod refills, like, he’s good until he has to ask his parents for extra money to get into the Jug, and I’d never let him get that bad,” said Linwood’s roommate, sophomore Josh Picken, as he took a rip of his own fruit medley pod. Picken supports his roommate’s denial of any Juul addiction, arguing that you can, “be a fiend and not be addicted, ya feel?”

When questioned on reports of being spotted ripping in his 11:20 Legacies class, Linwood replied, “it helps me think, and I’m just trying to be on my A game, is there anything wrong with that?”

As of press time, Linwood had emptied his pod and was seen asking Matt from down the hall for a rip after hearing a crackle from his direction.

Students Panic Over Potential Jug Sale

HAMILTON, NY — Panic struck the Colgate community last week when rumors surfaced of John Jug’s potential sale of his popular local bar, The Old Stone Jug. Praised for its almost nonexistent drinking age and easy access to watered-down liquor, a loss like this could potentially decimate Colgate’s party scene.

Matt “the Guy” McKinnon, a senior in Phi Kappa Tau, held back tears while explaining, “John Jug is my idol. He’s the only true role model I have. is has the potential to be a major tragedy. I’m sure the frats on campus could rally around this loss, but I just don’t know if we can handle it. No one does more for this community than The Jug.”

While the entire student body would certainly be rocked if The Jug is indeed sold, the freshmen would probably suffer the most, having had the least amount of time to spend at this cultural hub. One freshman boy, Parker Jeffrey, expressed his sadness saying, “when I first came to Colgate, I struggled to find ‘my spot’ on campus. The first freshman Jug night, I knew I had to look no further. This is probably the only place in the world that I feel like myself.” Another freshman boy, Adam Miller, has sought the help of Colgate Career Services in response to the rumors, “I already put ‘Jug Rat’ down on my resume, do you think I will have to take it off if John Jug sells? I’m probably just gonna leave it, it just looks so right in between ‘future member of Beta’ and ‘known asshole.’”

In the event that John Jug succeeds in selling his beloved bar, students will likely be able to find confirmation of the sale on his Snapchat story, @oldstonejug. As an avid Snapchat user, there is little that John Jug does not post, updating students constantly on his “Lake Life” as well as his “Jug Life.” As John continues to encourages the community to “blackout at the Jug,” students can remain optimistic that The Jug will not be sold any time in the near future.