Dean McLoughlin Shuts Down Legendary Monthly Rag SPW Party

HAMILTON, NY — Tragedy hit the Colgate community when news that the tyrannical Dean McLoughlin struck with his iron fist again, cancelling all of the weekday parties. Spring Party Weekend once held the shining promise of a fun week, where the only stress is worrying about if you’ll blackout on the first night (it’s a marathon not a sprint), wondering what kind of flesh eating disease you might get this year from jumping into Taylor Lake, or concerns about which poor farmer the DU meatheads robbed to authentically decorate their house with hay for hoedown. Now, students will have to delay this one sacred week of happiness, having to cram a full seven days and seven nights of partying into one weekend instead.

Heartbroken, but trying to remain resilient in the face of such coldhearted evil, the Rag took it upon themselves to try to return SPW to its former glory. We got special permission from our good friend President Casey to have our party at his house. Emrys of course, the biggest McLoughlin hater of all, will be in attendance. The theme of the party will be “Anti-Dean McLoughlin Protest.” Students should feel free to bring their favorite “McLoughlin did Harambe” t-shirts and should get as creative as possible with their picket signs. The classic “Pray for Colgate” is never overdone, but students are encouraged to take more creative routes with their signs. Rude acrostic poems and/or caricatures would never be frowned upon. Other than your classic protest gear, students should wear things that embody “fun” to the highest extent possible. Dean McLoughlin hates fun; there is speculation that he is even allergic to it. Whenever he hears the words “Tach Fraturday” he starts profusely sweating, and he breaks out in hives if someone even mentions the word “jello.”

Upstanding citizens that we are, the Rag has made arrangements to strictly follow McLoughlin’s social hosting policy requirements. To those who thought that we would attempt to flout the demands of this authoritarian social hosting policy, think again. There is nothing that we here at The Monthly Rag value more than lame parties, respect for authority, and blindly accepting the ridiculous actions of the Colgate Administration. Our hired bartender, responsible for ensuring that only guests over 21 are allowed to drink in a designated area at a rate of one drink per hour to ensure maximum safety, is none other than McLoughlin’s own husband, Jason. The ever-vigilant Campo has agreed to work as our security team, gatecarding students at the door and at various times throughout the party. Surprise attack style, campo might ambush students while getting a drink, going to the bathroom, flirting with that kid from their Legacies class, or in the middle of their heated arguments about who is the biggest Colgate hero we don’t deserve: Cathy from the Coop or Chef Lateef. Any students that do not comply immediately with these unannounced gatecard checks will be forcibly removed from the premises of the protest party.

We hope that all members of the Colgate student body will be in attendance, and fully expect it to be the best party of the year. If you also have an idea for a “dope” party and want to register it, just type in “Colgate University register a party” in your browser and click on the first link that comes up.

The link is as follows: http://www.colgate.edu/ offices-and-services/deanofthecollege/social-hosting. Dean McLoughlin loves going through party proposals in his spare time, so feel free to register as many as you possibly can!

New Policies Spur Search for Industrial-Sized Condom

HAMILTON, NY — In response to Dean McLoughlin’s newly implemented social hosting policy, students are scrambling to find a contraceptive large enough to protect everyone as he miraculously fucks the entire student body. Reports have indicated that McLoughlin reached out to Trojan, America’s most trusted condom manufacturer, in order to find a condom large enough to keep the entire campus safe in this trying time.

A representative for Trojan, upon reviewing the new social hosting policy was quoted saying, “I haven’t seen this many people getting fucked since the Olympic Village.” He also claimed that it is highly unlikely that a condom of such magnitude could ever actually be manufactured, explaining that the blowback from such a device could be fatal, both to the user and the recipient. Suspicions arose when students discovered McLoughlin’s Amazon wish list, which suspiciously included several gallons of KY Jelly, as well as a book titled Why Alcohol Prohibition Was Actually Lit. The list also includes, (but is not limited to): The Colgate Sutra, How to Advance Your Career While Ruining Everything in Your Wake, and lastly, several copies of a self-help book called Why Does Absolutely No One Like Me?

Following the findings regarding the Dean’s wish list, members of the Maroon News questioned McLoughlin on why products like these would be beneficial to the Colgate community. Though he offered no legitimate answer, he did say, with regards to the industrial sized condom, “Though my main goal is to bend the entire campus over a barrel, I want to make it clear that safety has been, and will always be my number one priority.”

Dean McLoughlin: Still at Large

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DU Immune to the Chodey Dick of McLoughlin’s Law

HAMILTON, NY — Paul J. McLoughlin II, a name that screams, “I’ll sue your ass if you break my convoluted BP rules,” has already become an enemy of Colgate’s student body since his arrival in June 2017. From the Tail’Gate incident to his punishment of our lovely boys over at Tach, the Zoology major seems to have gotten party animals confused with actual animals–although this writer is almost positive everyone in DU has rabies. However, despite their brains rotting away and their mouths constantly frothing, the local keg-chugging strongmen have set up defensive parameters against the greasy-faced suit-and-tie menace, and their measures seem to be working. Somehow.

The weaponry down at DU includes (but is not limited to) President Casey scarecrows, 14 metric tons of salt (to scare away ghosts, vampires, WASPS, etc.), new locks on every door, a brand new password known only to close DU associates, and an XM312 heavy machine gun that can re .50 BMG rounds at a rate of 260 rpm, or, in the words of a DU brother known by the moniker of Meat, “It munches ass,” whatever that’s supposed to mean. Meat then demonstrated his weapon by ring multiple shots into a nearby car while chanting the “Delta Upsilon Ode.” He was extremely let down when the car refused to explode “like it does in the movies,” however.

Other frats haven’t been so lucky; brothers across campus are hiding any form of allegiance from plain site, instead using traditional conversational phrases to identify loyalty. The question of “Who do you know here?” will formally initiate the dialogue, with responses depending on the brother’s frat in question. For example, a Tach will tell you how much they bench, a Beta will tell you how much human shit they had to clean off their house, and any underground frat member will immediately shank you with a sharpened toothbrush and rip some white lightning off of your still-warm corpse in the name of whatever primeval god their 500μg acid trips have led them to worship. In addition to the question-answer method, quite a few members have given themselves fraternity tattoos on the most secret location of a human body; we at the Rag will have to leave that location up to your imagination.

As our readers may be aware, the Rag had called out McLoughlin previously in our February edition, going as far as to pin a copy to the board outside of his office, which was almost immediately torn down. To say the least, the Dean was unavailable for comment, although we really didn’t try too hard. Maybe we’ll just keep prodding him with editions until he actually reads them and realizes that there are some genuine complaints wrapped up in all these poop jokes. Until then, DU is the safe haven of all things slightly enjoyable yet actually disgusting when you think too much about them. Remember to pay the local meatheads a visit, and if you see a scary pale and oily man in a suit approaching you in the dead of night, throw a handful of salt at him and drunkenly sprint in the opposite direction.

Wanted: Dean McLoughlin

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Dean McLoughlin Ratings Plummet

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HAMILTON, NY — After months of poor performance ratings in the polls, Dean Paul J. McLoughlin of Colgate University has reached his lowest ratings yet. Just under 1% of Colgate students said that they approved or somewhat approved of the Dean’s recent actions. is descent actually exceeds the speed of President Trump’s fall from favor after taking office, which was previously thought to have been an unmatchable decline. Here, we break down the various causes of Dean McLoughlin’s plummet in the polls.

McLoughlin started off the year strong, with a good endorsement from beloved President Casey. He made some great speeches about listening to the students and all the classic new-administrator cliches, and it seemed like the students were willing to trust him. For the first few weeks of school, his approval ratings remained in the mid-80s, which is actually where President Putin of Russia tends to hover. Perhaps this should have been a sign of his future as a fascist leader.

The first large hit to his approval ratings came immediately after the weekend of the infamous Tail’Gate, hosted by the Dean himself. In an effort to draw students away from the grand tradition of Fraturday and make the school care about sports, the Dean abused his authority and cancelled all parties scheduled Saturday afternoon. He declared that students would be allowed to bring alcohol to the game, but in such a regulated way that it could never hope to replicate the tailgates of the SEC schools. After a weekend of sad, off-campus fraturdays, his approval sunk to barely 50%.

Later in the fall, McLoughlin signalled that he was ready to start making bigger changes on campus, specifically in the social realm. Apparently, Colgate’s lax (read: fun) enforcement of social hosting policies did not match his dictatorial style. At a forum for his proposed new rules, he spoke passionately about hiring outside security, banning lengthy parties, and carefully monitoring the alcohol consumption of every party attendee. Despite students ardent pleas against these proposals, he continued onward with his draconian ideas, leaving his approval rating hovering in the 30s.

The final blow came at the beginning of second semester. All winter break, students had been fantasizing about finally being able to return to Tach parties after their probation was lifted. Most students thought the probation was unjust in the first place, so everyone was more than ready to get back to grade-A raging. However, McLoughlin seemed to think that they had not done their penance, and arbitrarily extended their punishment, which plunged him to his current approval rating. Despite the fact that the probation has since been lifted, Colgate students will struggle to trust the Dean ever again.

ResLife Unveils New Communal Sex Room Policy

HAMILTON, NY — After a record number of complaints from over-privileged kids from the Tri-State Area and their even less mature parents, Colgate’s Office of Residential Life decided last Friday to finally meet the demands of their constituents. Providing the community with the commodity they have been denied for years, ResLife has finally allocated a designated sex room for the student body. Located on the first floor of one of the freshman dorms, this sex room is easily accessible for anyone and everyone wishing to use it. Once an empty single that was left unlocked that residents were using for this purpose anyway, ResLife decided to beat ‘em to the punch and take credit for this great idea, officially dedicating the communal sex room to the freshman class for coining the concept.

A representative from ResLife released a statement saying, “what was once a cozy single is now a sex room that will benefit the Colgate community as a whole. Perfect for any occasion, especially when you’ve sexiled your roommate one too many times and she’s this close to physically fighting you, or simply for those times when the person you want to hook up with is so questionable that you simply can’t risk anyone on your floor seeing them enter or leave your room.” The representative went further to say “we think this room will have a great impact on the community. In a safe-sex promotion campaign, we will be leaving free condoms in the room; however, for kinkier actions users will have to bring their own supplies.”

So far, the room has gotten mixed reviews. Many expressed relief that Colgate has finally become progressive enough to offer such an amenity, while others expressed disgust at the condition of the room. One freshman girl, herself a frequent patron of the communal sex room, complained that “there were so many used condoms lying around that you could barely see the floor, and someone even broke the mattress the other night doing God knows what, now I get back problems from sleeping on it!” Despite her complaints, the freshman girl, who will remain nameless, confirmed that despite the conditions of the room she would continue to use it as often as possible.

Other residents have expressed different concerns. Allegedly, the communal sex room has presented a problem for the students living nearby. Some residents claimed that they could hear “noises” coming from the room on any given night. When asked to elaborate, they replied that they were “too shook to talk about it.” Problems have also arisen when more than one couple finds themselves competing over the room. ResLife has advised these individuals to sort it out amongst themselves using “I don’t know, maybe a rotation or something?” As with anything, progress is always met with backlash and its own set of challenges. Despite the difficulties, the Colgate community has expressed a positive reaction to this new ResLife policy.

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.

Student Surveys and Testimony Indicate Mascot Might be Demon

HAMILTON, NY — With the bicentennial approaching, Colgate is asking for student feedback about campus culture and issues that need to be addressed. A recent survey found that an overwhelming 89% of students believe that the most pressing problem Colgate faces is none other than its mascot. The Colgate administration was alarmed by these results, releasing a statement saying, “The Raider is the heart and soul of Colgate. We are shocked and saddened by the lack of acceptance on this campus.”

However, the outcome of the survey did not come as a surprise to students. Freshman Jeremy Scott explained, “My friend from high school also got into Colgate. We were going to room together, but one day Colgate posted a photo of the Raider on their Facebook page and the next day, my friend changed his mind. I had already put down my deposit, so here I am.”

Caroline Winter, a senior, also expressed concern with the Raider. She recounted this incident from her sophomore year: “I wasn’t feeling well so I left Tach early and walked home alone. On the corner of Kendrick and Broad, I saw something. I still don’t know if it was real, but I swear I saw the Raider peeking out from behind the Colgate sign. That was the closest I have ever gotten to pressing the Blue Light.”

But perhaps the most chilling story came from another senior, Jack Carmichael, who agreed to meet with The Rag in a secret location. Despite the fact that Carmichael is a solidly built, 6’3”, ex-football player, he inched at the softest sounds and would only sit with his back against the wall. Carmichael shared a story from last spring, when he was studying abroad in Copenhagen. “I left dinner with friends and went back to my apartment. When I got there, the door was ajar. I went in but was very cautious, in case someone else was also inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I went into my bedroom. The number 13 had been spray painted onto my wall and a single red stringy hair was on my pillow. I didn’t sleep for weeks after that.”

It still remains unknown whether or not Colgate will implement any changes based on student feedback. But as long as the Raider remains on campus, Colgate students will continue living in fear.

Administration Thrilled by Family Weekend Petraeus Speech

HAMILTON, NY — The Colgate Office of Admission, the Department of Public Relations, and other senior members of the administration have been ecstatic about what they have described as the resounding success of former general David Petraeus’ recent visit. “This is one of the greatest successes in the University’s history,” declared Vice Deputy Provost for Advertising David White, who staff members reportedly saw achieving climax when adding details about the visit to his latest brochure. One member of the development department told the Rag that she and her husband had had been having some problems in the bedroom, but after seeing the faces of several parents in the financial sector after the talk, in which the general spoke glowingly of the ability he had observed in Wall Street bankers, she drove home at 90 miles per hour and the rest of the night was “better than my honeymoon.” It wasn’t just members of the administration. Connecticut sophomore and member of Gamma Phi Beta Emily Vandervleet attended the presentation with her father, a hedge fund manager and avid watcher of the History channel. She informed the Rag that she and many attendees sitting in her row were disturbed by her father’s visible erection.

Many have questioned why the disgraced General’s forced resignation as Director of the CIA was not mentioned, or why he was never questioned about the agency’s unaccountable drone program, and one faculty member called the whole spectacle, including the introduction and Q&A, “a shocking genuflection before power by a supposedly academic institution,” while others have referred to it a “Brochure Porn.” One Sophomore expressed disappointment, saying he “wished they talked more about him trading national secrets for head.” Another Junior told the Rag he regretted being stuck in an hour and a half long speech on national security on a Saturday evening, but he had expected that the event was about The Dispatch’s song ‘The General.’ Despite all the administration considers the event a success. President Brian Casey told the Rag he knew that the $100,000 speaking fee was money well spent when one parent came up afterwards and told him “I often make fun of my wife for bringing wet wipes everywhere, but I was glad to have them there. ft er he talked about Ideas, The National Conversation, and Private Innovation, I had a little Surge of my own.”