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.