Wealthy Affiliated Students Increasingly Ballsy as Pandemic Continues

HAMILTON, NY — “Did you get invited?” an anonymous correspondent whispers to our local undercover Rag writer. “You know, to the SUCC House? Off-campus? I’ve heard even President [Brian] Casey was supposed to be there tonight,” she said before looking back at her group of friends.

“Nah, dude — you need to get to the Turd Annex off of Lebanon. We — I mean, they — throw crazy ragers,” says another correspondent in a rather loud fashion.

“You guys don’t have ANYTHING on the Advanced Placement Early-Development Montessori Preparatory Charter School for the Gifted, AKA, [speaker makes a disgusting, gurgling noise]!”, erupted a voice from the back of the University-sponsored “no-mask-required” dinner.

To say the least, the efforts of Colgate University’s administration to control the partygoer population of the student body has failed. Piercing a seemingly impervious system of harsh punishments, including disallowing walking at Commencement, forcing a swap to remote status, sacrificing your first-born child, and reminding you of your childhood drama every day through a series of emails, comes at a price for the members of Colgate’s GLO system  — a price they have in abundance: money in the form of donations, buildings, and under-the-table blood transfusions.

The following interviewee who claims to represent Kappa Gamma Who-Gives-A-Phi, had the following to say regarding supposed — dare we say — bribes:

“What? Oh, yeah; my family pays off the school all the time. This one party, we had everyone rolling face in our backyard, and Hampo came by, but the report to Campo never came since my dad is on the Trustees. Sometimes, Brian [Casey] just pulls through on a Green Bike, rips some white lightning off of our patio table and leaves.”

This method of manipulating privilege, believe it or not, is common in the inner workings of the fraternal system as well. An anonymous member of Colgate’s very own Boopa Doop Doop (The “My Dad Will Sue You for Libel” Chapter), explained, unprompted in the middle of the COOP food line, how members are initiated:

“Well, you know how one of our things is to break into houses downtown and steal valuable belongings from the disenfranchised working class townspeople to establish our class dominance? Pledges get caught all the fucking time, but all we have to do is write an itsy-bitsy check for, say, $40 mil? Give or take? And some stupid made-up virus will never change that system, bro.”

It seems that, in an ironic twist of fate, money can solve all of your problems — who would’ve guessed. The Rag will continue to cover this story in future articles to let its readers know if the situation changes.

Colgate’s Second Care Package to Include Mac and Cheese, Tuna Melt and Gilligan’s Ice Cream

HAMILTON, NY — Many remote students were surprised, to say the least, when they opened the manila folders containing vacuum-sealed pizza slices sent to them by Colgate University, and to our dismay, administration representative and Liaison of Odd Select Entities to Remoters Carl D’Bourbox has informed us that there is more to come:

“In the coming weeks, we plan to send more flavors that we know remote students are missing by partnering with local businesses and restaurants — or at least, the ones that aren’t tired of our shit yet. Our friends at Hamilton Eatery and Maxwell’s have been kind enough to provide us with their beloved mac and cheese and tuna melts as well as Gilligan’s homemade; in fact, they kind of just gave it to us out of the blue! And in true Colgate fashion, we even convinced them to do all the labor for us by paying them crazy amounts of money!”

Concerned about the logistics of this second package, The Rag decided to probe for further information, asking how the food would be preserved given the incredible distance between some remote students and Colgate:

“We’re just gonna dump a big ol’ glob of mac on top of a shrink-wrapped tuna melt and pray for the best; maybe we could, like, freeze it or something? I honestly have no clue about the ice cream, but godamnit, we’re gonna get it there,” exclaimed D’Bourbox.

Of course, the administration’s ability raises interesting questions concerning how exactly Colgate’s budget has funds for mailing individually packaged pieces of pizza, and yet, the cesspool that is Gate House still exists. According to the packages themselves, this bad idea was actually some crazy fucko’s donation; meanwhile, Green Bikes can’t buy new bikes after students decided to lose, sell, or even destroy the program’s inventory. In the interest of seeing what other events alumni are pursuing, The Rag decided to go to the most reliable source of information possible: God-President Brian Casey himself.

“We get a ton of ridiculous donations,” Casey started. “Someone once wanted to bring back the Cane Rush and was willing to pay everyone’s medical bills; another anonymous donor wanted Colgate to have another pipeline to the US Military. All in all, this was maybe a more tame solution to appeasing those psycho rich bastards.” The Rag will continue to pursue this story to let its readers know if they should be expecting anything else in the mail from the university — because at this point, who fucking knows what they’ll think of next.

Colgate ‘Gate Cash Transitions to Cryptocurrency

HAMILTON, NY — Cryptocurrencies and NFTs (Non-Fungible Tokens) are all the rage these days as late stage capitalism takes an increasingly firm grip on our pathetic, inconsequential lives. Nothing is more exciting than paying real money for a virtual currency that is accepted at a grand total of about seven locations. However, all that is about to change. The Colgate administration recently announced their plans to convert all existing ‘Gate Cash into cryptocurrency known as ‘Gate Coin. The university spokesperson, Tawkin Hedd, told us that Colgate made this move in order to “appeal to the younger, tech-savvy generation” and “get kids involved in cryptos to prepare them for life after Colgate.” According to the finance office, Colgate is acquiring this cryptocurrency by using the computer labs located around campus to mine ‘Gate Coin overnight. 

All students with existing ‘Gate Cash are advised to use it as soon as possible before it expires the first day of finals week. The administration also promised that with these changes would come “great improvements” in the businesses that accept payment in the form of ‘Gate Coin. Hedd told the Rag that “at least two” local businesses had already signed on, including VJ Magro’s and the Advance Auto Parts next to Price Chopper.

Another bonus benefit of the shift to crypto is the intense volatility of ‘Gate Coin. According to a few early adopters, the value of the money in their accounts rapidly fluctuated between the value of a McChicken and a modestly used Tesla. One student told us “I put $5 in my account to do some laundry, and the next day when I looked I had like 200 bucks! But by the time I left to go splurge, I had like 75 cents and my card declined.”

With the introduction of a decentralized, non-physical currency comes significant changes to the established Colgate environment–which is to say, people are using the cryptocurrency for bribes and no one is subtle about it. As use of ‘Gate Coin increases across campus, so does the demand for the “currency” based on, in the words of Brian Casey himself, “deez [sic] nuts, you stupid fuck.” An anonymous source that regularly deals illicit substances to various GLOs across campus had the following comment:

“Put simply, Colgate has created a new Silk Road [The interviewee stopped here to do a sign of the cross.] that operates in the microcosm of Broad Street. If you got ‘Gate, I got your shit, no holds barred. I use it in my transactions, to pay off the delivery guy, to get Campo off my ass … The list goes on. But remember, loose lips sink ships.”

In addition to this comment, another unknown individual spontaneously showed up at the Monthly Rag Office (read: a house where two of our editors live) wearing a XXXL trenchcoat, a ski mask, fingerless gloves and combat boots before screaming the following at the top of his lungs, regardless of if anyone was listening or not:

“WOOOOOO!!! ‘GATE TO THE MOOOOOOON!!!! DIAMOND HANDS, MOTHERFUCKER. JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE THIS SHIT IN 2050, BITCH; AEPS TOGETHER STRONG.”

All in all, the new change is mildly puzzling. Student mental health is only hanging on by the thought of multiple consecutive 50-plus degree days, and seniors are struggling to find jobs post-grad in a Covid-altered world, but for some reason Colgate is only concerned with making student’s lives more complicated. As the ‘Gate Coin continues to roll out, the Rag will keep our readers updated with the latest information.

Hamilton Police Officer Awarded Colgate Medal of Honor for Disrupting Fourth 12-Person Gathering This Week

HAMILTON, NY — Brian Casey took a break from bootsucking to celebrate the achievements of Hamilton Police Officer Eat Shitpig, hailing the deputy as “truly, the second coming of Jesus Christ” before adorning his sweaty, shitty shoulders with the lid of a tin can on a string: the Colgate Medal of Honor, otherwise known as the highest possible award an individual (with an income of less than $72,000) can receive from the University. This past week, Officer Shitpig had truly done his force well, trespassing on private property courageously risking his life in light of the COVID-19 pandemic to interrupt unlawful off-campus gatherings numbering as many as twelve(!) whole individuals, truly asserting that cops are trustworthy, reliable, honest, and hardworking people.

The Rag interrupted Officer Shitpig’s donut binge and approached him for comment:

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I fucked those kids over. Absolutely dicked them. Told them I wouldn’t report anything because they were all spaced from each other and wearing masks and stuff. Stupid little shits.”

Officer Shitpig then waddled away, notably fucking-right-off past a crowd stumbling out of Phi Delta Theta’s driveway. Shitpig then knucklebumped the brother working door, kicked a nearby puppy and threw a brick at a car driving down Broad Street before hopping into his own vehicle and chasing his victim down for the unlawful activity of doing 32 in a 30 with a hole in their windshield.

As the Colgate Police State continues to tighten its grasp on the (non-affiliated) Colgate community, many students find themselves–again–incredibly pissed off with the absolute audacity of the University. One anonymous student wrote the following to the Rag via Instagram:

“Point blank, the University is full of shit; they’re more than happy with breaking up minor gatherings between friends but will allow hundred-people gatherings and give GLOs a slap on the wrist. Between that, the constant tours occurring on campus and the fact that we are being increasingly harassed by the administration when only fucking staff members are positive cases, it really makes you wonder what the fuck Brian Casey is smoking and if we students can get some.”

Hamilton Eatery Joins Other Local Businesses in Quest to Become the Top New Boozing Venue

If you’ve ever wondered why the line cooks at the Hamilton Eatery shout out the order number–even now that the shop’s empty–it’s not just to get the customer’s attention.  It’s mostly because they’re doing profuse amounts of blow down in the basement on their lunch break.  

Just below the floorboards of Lebanon Street’s quaint, welcoming, hangover cure Mecca, a subterranean rager is in effect at all hours.  In the wake of underage drinking baron John Jug’s executive decision to temporarily shutter the Old Stone Jug, Eatery manager Clay Skinner deftly swooped in to fill the power vacuum, adding to what’s become a saga of similar gambits by local businesses.  “Tell you the truth, I’m just glad we had the idea before the Colgate Inn,” Skinner said.  “I mean, they’ve already got a fully furnished, literal speakeasy collecting dust beneath the Tavern!  Guess they just didn’t have the stones to try it.  Hey, these interviews are anonymous, right?”  When approached for comment, Michelle delivered a scathing screed against the Jug’s newest rival: “Those pot pie-peddling sons of bitches are in for a world of hurt, once we come back!”

It’s a poorly kept secret in Hamilton that the Jug’s tight with local law enforcement, hence their Teflon status when it comes to ushering in underage patrons.  Asked about the Eatery’s success in staying off Hampo’s radar in the midst of the pandemic, Skinner replied, “We have something of a quid pro quo arrangement–they let us be, and we refrain from introducing the student-petitioned ‘All Cops Are Battered’ menu item.  It’s basically a corn dog with mac and cheese thrown in, ‘cause why not?  I thought it was pretty clever, not to mention a genius concept from a culinary standpoint, but I could see how the name might ruffle some feathers–or ‘rinds,’ or whatever the fuck pigs have.”  The Hamilton Police Department declined to comment.  

Upon gaining entry to the raucous affair, our undercover reporter questioned a student in a vomit-soaked “Keep Calm and Eatery On” t-shirt (presumably on loan, or won in a drinking contest) about whether they’d be inclined to continue frequenting the Eatery’s clandestine cabaret once the pandemic ends.  “Oh, without a doubt!” They replied before stumbling backward into a pallet of Natty racks.  “The bathroom here has a working lock, and VIPs get special service upstairs!  Tomorrow morning, I’m coming back as soon as my migraine wears off to get a breakfast burrito in 5 fucking minutes, instead of 15.  You can’t put a price on that!”

The Eatery gang seems to have knocked it out of the park, and stole the Jug’s thunder for good measure.  Next time you’re itching to be a deviant the night before your paper’s due, hang a left on Lebanon!  And since you’ve been so patient, here’s the “secret knock:” order the Breakfast BLT with thousand island dressing (let’s be honest, no ordinary customer in their right mind’s gonna order that–it comes on a bagel, for fuck’s sake).  

The Rag Digest Update: Y’all Can Fuck Now

HAMILTON, NY — The Rag is pleased to be able to bless our readers today with an unreleased copy of Laura Jack’s upcoming email. Jack has recently become a popular name around campus for inspiring us weekly with her updates, rising to an unprecedented stardom where we honestly don’t really know where she came from, yet now we can’t stop hearing the name. Jack reported that she herself is actually a dedicated reader of The Rag, and she relishes the opportunity to contribute to the “fucking coolest and sickest members of the community” (her words, not ours) with an early email preview, which are usually in high demand and go for a trade equal to around four meal swipes or an eighth of weed slipped under her door. So enjoy this one for free:

What’s up motherfuckers,

I have both good and bad news. Although we still have zero new COVID cases on campus, surveillance testing yielded a total of 224 positive student cases of having-a-weird-experience-in-the-chobe. Those affected have all been transferred to sleeping bags in the Fojo courtyard, and we hope their next two weeks in quarantine there will allow them ample time to return back to a normal state of mind. The HAT will be meeting tomorrow in order to determine whether this yields a move back to Gate 0. 

One of the affected students reported to me, “It was just truly jarring. When I opened up my house salad to find that the lettuce had been replaced with that random pourable yogurt, it really threw me for the day. Honestly, I’d prefer that random quarantine turkey to this experience, so I support the Gate 0 idea.” Updates soon. 

On a different note, I would like to definitely and absolutely confirm that in my latest email regarding our move to Gate 3, literally nothing in that email was important besides the fact that bedroom visitations are now allowed. 

TLDR; You can fuck now, but keep a mask on?

That’s it for now. Hope you’re all looking forward to the day off on Friday when you feel even more pressured to break the rules. Keep up the C+ work. I know personally I’m continuing to thank the heavens that we’re in such a rural place, because we all know we wouldn’t have made it this far without that. Talk to you kids soon. 

Laura H. Jack, Vice President for Communications

Classified: Rag Seeking Gatehouse Gossip Correspondent

Given the inevitable hedonism of this glorified storage unit, The Monthly Rag is seeking a freshman correspondent to provide us with the latest intel regarding the drama, debauchery and property damage occurring in this architectural affront to upper campus. Applicant must be a resident of Gatehouse, embittered over their classmates’ access to more foundationally sound and demonstrably more sanitary Burke and Pinchin, and must have the journalistic integrity to rat out their ground-scoring jello-shot-slurping neighbors and Chads who wouldn’t shut up about their resistance band training workouts during quarantine. If you are interested in committing yourself to this vital position on the Rag’s staff, please send us an email with your resume, CV and three letters of recommendation explaining why you can provide us with the most recent and compelling intel on how some physics major improvised a bear trap out of old COOP sporks and mouse traps to deter Campus Safety from interrupting their beer pong marathon. Or just like, text us. The bar is pretty low. Regardless, we are counting on you to secure us with the inspiration for our latest hard-hitting articles. The Rag wouldn’t be the same without information about our most notoriously deprived and systemically alcoholic slice of the freshman class. In these strange and uncertain times, the antics of Gatehouse residents are what provide your fellow Colgate students with the amusement, disgust and solace that at least their own blackout embarrassments didn’t result in multiple broken tibias. To help us survive this semester with a smile and engage a gag reflex or two, contact the Rag at themonthyrag13@gmail.com today. We just wanna know what the fuck is up.

Rusch’s Kinda Maybe Sorta Hypothetically New Drinking Hole

HAMILTON, NY — COVID-19 restrictions have changed the social scene of Colgate, and with these changes come awkward growing pains of finding new places to grind up on sweaty, disgusting strangers in a dimly lit room. Luckily for the incoming class of ‘24 (holy shit, you guys are babies), the absence of the former Old Stone Jug may go unnoticed as other local businesses step up to the metaphorical plate, including local favorite Rusch’s Bar & Grill, who in the past few weeks has removed all booths and tables from their main dining room and replaced them with sticky “elevated surface units,” splintering benches and, for some reason no one can figure out, a hot dog roller machine.

A new local representative for Rusch’s and self-described “philanthropist bad boy” Ron Rusch provided the following (unintelligible) comment:

“Slay. Come blackout at Rusch’s. Lit. Fuck cops.”

In addition to these new developments, Rusch’s has opted into a new ID checking system and employee training regiment: instead of running a given ID under various blacklights and through a registry, waiters and waitresses now rely on the “cover-the-birthday technique” that, according to Ron Rusch himself, “operates through a series legal loopholes that depends on our employees not actually knowing how old the individual is, regardless of if we checked the ID or not. Slay!”

To hit their new target demographic, Rusch’s has also incorporated many new drinks into their menu (while removing basically everything else), such as the “Fuck You, Eat Shit,” a delicious mix of alcoholic milk, a whiteclaw, everything bagel seasoning, and gasoline—only for $15! Regular and alleged senior Jess Takid had the following to say: 

“I found out about the deals at Rusch’s through Snapchat,” Takid said. “They put a snapcode on their menu and everyone I know has been adding them to get the best deals. You can even buy a VIP card which gets you a table faster and lets you skip the lines.” 

The Rag sent an undercover reporter to Rusch’s this past weekend to check out the scene for themselves, returning with juicy tidbits of information about the new underbelly of Colgate’s downtown drinking scene:

“The drinks were honestly not that bad,” they told us. “I got the Rush Rusch’s special pitcher. It tasted kinda like the foam at the end of a keg mixed with some Hawaiian Punch, but all-in-all, it did the job.”

Our undercover reporter also told us that apparently, if you Venmo the bartender $10, you get access to a filthy, crowded bathroom where you can publicly do coke off of the top of the toilet tank.

Inspirational Circles Found to Be Extremely Beneficial for Student Mental Health

HAMILTON, NY — With the pandemic nearing its first full year, virtual classes causing Zoom fatigue and seasonal depression creeping in, the mental health on campus was poor, to say the least, as the Fall semester pressed on. Worried about their own—and their peers’—mental health, many students came to the administration requesting increased mental health resources or a smidgeon of academic leniency. Colgate’s student body asked, and of course, the administration answered. 

In a stroke of what one member of the administration called “pure genius,” Colgate eliminated the mental health crisis on campus swiftly and effectively by placing circular inspirational stickers on floors and paths across campus. The stickers in question are adorned with various inspirational sayings, including “Suck It Up,” “Colgate [hearts] Virtue Signaling,” and “Come On, It’s Not That Bad.” Overall, student sentiment has shown these stickers to be a resounding success. One sophomore, Samuel L. Jackson, told The Rag thusly:

 “Who really needs a pass/fail grading option or increased appointments at the Counseling Center? These stickers are fucking dope! Nothing makes me more excited for my two hour Zoom lecture than walking to the Coop and being told ‘Never Give Up.’” Jackson continued, “Why couldn’t I have thought of this? Stickers are cheap to print and they sure as hell look good to people visiting the school on tours!”

When surveying other students, the sentiment seemed to be campuswide. First year Michelle Tyson told us that as she was on her way to the registrar to officially drop out, she saw one the circles on the ground which “completely changed” her outlook. The circle in question said simply “Good Job!”; and upon seeing this sticker, Tyson told us that her mood instantly felt “100 times better.” The stickers around campus have managed to boost students’ serotonin and dopamine levels, completely erasing any problems that persisted in the student body. The Rag hopes that Colgate’s administration will continue with their superb handling of mental health during the pandemic and potentially even branch out to stickers with more sayings and possibly even shapes other than circles(!). The Rag pledges to keep our readers up-to-date with the future of Colgate’s inspirational circles.

Jug’s Temporary Closing Sparks Debate

HAMILTON, NY — As the current COVID-19 pandemic continues to shape Colgate’s intrinsically classist landscape, the Hamiltonian business owners are hoping to likewise adapt to what many on the hill like to call “the new normal,” which is to say, everyone is only pretending to wear masks at all times and parties just became that much more exclusive and awkward. One of the most notable changes to the layout of the Village is the (supposedly temporary) close of a first-year staple, a legendary beer hall, a New World Church: The Old Stone Jug. Many students approached the Rag for comment, such as sophomore Aya Donkare:

“I think it’s really weird you guys are writing this article like John Jug is some kind messiah, because frankly, the Jug is disgusting as fuck and I don’t know why anyone ever goes there. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen dead bodies at the bottom of that weird staircase behind the bar, and every time it gets too crowded, someone ends up passing me an empty Dasani water bottle full of fucking piss. Like, what the fuck is wrong with you guys? Aren’t you all graduating soon? Grow the fuck up.”

To say the least, the Jug has seen its fair share of unjust criticism from various Hamiltonian stakeholders; including the hockey team (aren’t you guys like 25?), the local police force, and “absolute fuckin’ losers,” according to local Blue Diamond Society member Snared Bosen, who came to the defense of the proud institution:

“Honestly, if you hate the Jug, you don’t deserve it. Maybe I like the coke that’s 80% drywall, and who the fuck are you to judge me? … To be honest, I’ve also made a killing on reselling these rich bitch Canada Goose jackets. Gets me a lot of drywall coke. So much.”

There stands to be a large hole in the Colgate community with the absence of one of the most mythical destinations in the continental United States, and with this hole comes a power vacuum with many vying for power over the Colgate social scene. The Rag will keep up-to-date on this story.