Cancelled Pub Nearly Destroys Very Popular Student Publication

HAMILTON, NY — Developmental studies from prestigious universities have statistically shown that positive reinforcement is more effective than punishment. Psychology students from this university have demonstrated that Colgate students thrive in academic extracurriculars when rewarded with booze, and lots of it. Pubs have become such an intrinsic aspect of collegiate clubs and communities that without social binge drinking, many groups have suffered exponential declines in participation. This is one of those groups.

The literally-just-founded Monthly Rag Student Union vehemently protested the absence of inappropriate and underaged partying within this prestigious literary community, following the unwarranted raincheck on the Rag’s first and only pub of the semester. “First of all, it was BYOB,” class scapegoat Diller Mowner explained, while deleting his half-baked article ideas in solidarity. “Like, you expect me to find my own booze? I can barely get into the Jug.” It should be emphasized that Mowner is a member of the Social Sciences Club, originally the Upperclassmen Drinking Club, and therefore has a high expectation of intellectual peers to coerce him into early-onset alcoholism. He was not alone in this counterinsurgency against the satirical hierarchy, but there were a few pricks in the bunch. Freshman plebe Brick Thompson, one of the only two members to send in an article on time, explained his rationality for ignoring the internal revolution, “I mean there was probably wasn’t a “leak” in the editor’s dorm, but like I wouldn’t want me in my dorm either. I was almost banned from Slice’s after what I did to their bath- room on Halloween.” Slices would give no comment about what exactly Brick did to their bathroom on Halloween. The audacity to expect this community of aspiring assholes to find their own alcohol for a pub, and then cancel the pub altogether, is offensive and outrageous. A finals-fueled anxiety unquenched by Keystone is a catalyst for revolution. And yet, by the Grace of God (or the sentient pile of SNL VCR tapes all Rag initiates must relinquish their eternal souls to), this issue has arrived but with only a minor delay. Because despite our lack of deteriorated livers, our minds still burn with the sharpness of Skyy and the eternal hell re of Svedka. Our passion is as eternal as a tequila hangover, and despite the odds we will still continue to dispense angsty bullshit until we are too large a liability to be funded by the university. Unlike the Maroon News, we have standards.

Students Say Commons are Weird and Stupid

HAMILTON, NY — “Fuck the Commons,” exclaimed Jake Keystone during his interview with the Rag, expelling rage at the mere existence of such a needlessly complicated and—for the lack of better phrase—fucking stupid system. “Tbe only thing that the Commons do right is that they let us into other buildings and give us free food.”

Such statements were repeated by multiple students who willingly approached the Rag to talk about issues with the wannabe Harry Potter House System which, most of the time, doesn’t even make sense. Another student complained, “Why the fuck are East and West not in the same Commons? What about Andrews and Stillman? Who gives a shit about Social Houses when they’re at the bottom of the fucking hill, and I’m all the way at the top? What’s even in the Social Houses? Is it booze? Pong? Or is it some more lame-ass elderly dogs that only pay attention to you if you give them the shitty Oliveri’s that the Commons provides? I don’t even know who’s in charge of our Commons. Like, they want to make a point of [the Commons System] being there, but they don’t do…Anything!”

According to many supporters of the Commons Program, the forceful confinement of everyone who accidentally showed up to an event allowed them to bond with those around them who also felt, “Hey, this shit sucks. Let’s be friends.” For others, it allowed them to find out who in their building was weird, helping them gauge who to avoid. A few First-Year drug dealers wised up and took advantage of these awkward social occasions as networking events, allowing them to build up their client portfolios.

Ironic, however, is the forced separation of students due to the system placed in the name of community. According to Kelly Gorgonzola, “The Commons check your Colgate ID and run your name down a list. If your name isn’t on the list, you sometimes just don’t get to participate in the event, which is kind of weird when they only have, like, four people from the Commons show up who get to eat trays upon trays of ketchup-topped cardboard.”

The consensus: Commons pretty much do nothing but provide food and sanctuary from Campo in the form of disruptive coloration, as everyone is forced to wear those disgustingly-bright shirts and look like one big, happy, inbred family.