Student Celebrates Easter by Participating in Resurrection

HAMILTON, NY— In a moving display of religious devotion, junior Jeremy Walker participated in the Christian holiday of Easter by reenacting the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Walker began his reenactment after his Friday 10:20 class by participating in a Century Challenge with his roommates. Walker recalled to a Rag reporter that he first became “blackout” around 12:45 on Friday afternoon. He followed this commencement with 48 consecutive hours of binge drinking and napping, until he was woken up on Sunday morning with a text from his mother reading, “Where r u? we r here! :-)”

Walker recalled an almost electric shock running through his body, immediately waking him from his drunken, lifeless stupor. He frantically pulled on his most pastel-shaded outfit and hustled to hide his liquor bottles and alcohol paraphenalia before his mother, father, and younger sister opened his door to see him cradling an armful of red Solo cups and empty bags of Ruffles with a wide-eyed look on his face. Walker reported his mother’s immediate shock and concern over the state of his room and his disheveled appearance. He was confronted with questions like, “Did you forget that we have Mass in a half hour?”, “Why does this sweater smell like the Devil’s lettuce?”, and “Goddammit, Jeremy, why do you insist on tearing this family apart?”

Walker reportedly paused for a while before finally coming up with an answer. He responded, “Uh, I was just . . . uh, doing it for Jesus, you know? Like drinking his blood and eating his body, like at Slices, and stuff. So I blacked out for like three days before Easter because that’s what Jesus did, right? I was just trying to pay tribute to his, uh, memory.” Walker paused for a moment before fearfully glancing up to see his parents’ reactions. After a slight pause of consideration, Jeremy’s mother, Lisa Walker, broke down into joyful tears. She cried out in delight, “Thank God! I thought I had raised an alcoholic!” before wrapping the whole family in for a group hug. Jeremy’s parents, John and Lisa Walker, were reportedly thrilled with their son’s affirmation and celebration of his faith, saying, “We were so afraid that he would lose touch with his faith in college, but it’s really encouraging to see how his relationship with God has only grown stronger.”

The family proceeded to Easter Mass at the local church, where Walker threw up twice in the bathroom. After the ceremony, the Walkers went for brunch at the Colgate Inn, after which they departed for home in Albany. When asked if he had any final reflections about his spiritual reenactment, Walker said, “Honestly, the fact that I made it through this visit is the real miracle.”

Portal to Hell Opened Over Spring Party Weekend

HAMILTON, NY—We may never know exactly what set it off— whether it was the 666th awkward photo of John Jug on Snapchat, the 66666666666th shot crushed in the basement of Tach, or maybe just 6666th lost jacket at The Jug—but here in the humble countryside of Madison County, Colgate’s collective debauchery proved to be enough to open a portal to Hell on SPW.

Demons poured forth from the hole that opened on Whitnall Field, belching sulfur and brimstone and offering a glimpse at the realm of the Damned. As the unholy creatures ravaged the village, they soon found that Colgate was tougher than expected. One was stopped at the doors of DU, and asked the eternal question, “Who do you know here?” In the words of one bro, John Greenwich said, “Yeah, so this hairy, winged mofo with a lizard tongue rolls up and tries to crash our party and I’m like helllll no, no way is he screwing up our ratio.'” Greenwich reportedly told the eldritch creature to leave, but finally settled the matter by beating it in an arm-wrestling competition.

Attempts to carry off students from downtown to the place Jesus once called “fiery Gehenna” were met with similar failure. Lines to get into the Jug, the Glass, and the Bacon were interminably long, and the demons were highly reluctant to set foot in the streets filled with smashed bottles, vomit, discarded slices, and vomited-up slices. The ground then shook as Lucifer himself rose from The Pit and surveyed the village, apparently recoiling at the sight of Beta and ordering his hellspawn “to have no contact or association with such a disreputable institution.” The fallen angel formerly beloved by God looked about in fear and disgust decrying Colgate as “Nothing like George Cutten said,” and “an odd mix of the righteous and those too awful even for us.”

Eventually, a joint effort by Colgate Jewish Union, the Muslim Student Association, and Colgate Christian Fellowship were able to seal the portal amidst chanting in Hebrew, Arabic, and Latin. Festivities resumed shortly after, and Phi Delt announced that their annual foam party would proceed as planned.

Top Tips on How to Nail Dirty Rushing

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Mud covers the ground, Spring fills the air, and another Dirty Rush season is upon us. That time of the year when a Fraternity might accidentally only let Freshman guys into the Wednesday golf party they forgot to register, and the administration is somehow oblivious to the fact that half of the First Year class has decided to gather under the Curtis Clock on a Sunday afternoon. This can a stressful time for many young men, but do not fear, the Monthly Rag has assembled a list of tips to make sure you get a bid to the house of your choice.

1. Pick a few houses to focus on early, and show them you are interested

Most guys will try to play it cool and shop around, but the best way to secure a bid is to pick a house or two to focus on and tell every other frat that you “can’t see yourself with them.” One way to demonstrate your interest is to show up to the house unannounced and introduce yourself to the guys. Best to go on one of their brotherhood nights or during a chapter meeting so you can be sure to meet all the guys. Another great way is to go to the Bookstore and buy some of their apparel. Wear it around campus to show them you want them AND tell everyone else that you are taken.

2. Make sure you know when and where events are happening

Wait until late one night when the guys are pretty drunk, ask to give someone your number, and add yourself to the chat under a name like “Little Chico” or “SwagDog69.” This way you can find out about any off campus parties or sorority mixers that are going on and show up. When you do get there, don’t take no for an answer, remember, contacts are everything. Speaking of which…

3. It takes a village, so make sure you have as many contacts at the house as possible

This isn’t just brothers, you can talk to their parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, ex-girlfriends, ex-babysitters, or anyone else who might have come in contact with them. They can lobby the boys on your behalf, and you’ll be swimming in Jello Shots sooner than you can say restraining order.

4. Emphasize how much you have in common with them

Lots of guys in frats used to play football and lacrosse and love boating, golf, and Vineyard Vines. so these are good places to start. However, if you want to make that next level connection emphasize some things you may not have thought of. Tell them how much you love paddling, or how many women find you creepy and aggressive. Say how mush you love to spend time in loud, dark, and uncomfortably moist places like caves, or how you appreciate the beauty of the male form.

5. Be from Connecticut or Westchester County

More than drinking, confidence, or popularity with women, this is the most important skill that you can have. Being the screw-up son of an investment banker from the New York Metro area with alcohol induced rosatia and a prematurely receding hairline is very helpful in many areas of life, but it is particularly useful in rushing a frat. If you have this, you can get into any house of your choosing, even if you didn’t follow the rest of my advice. But if all else fails, you can always just join BDS.

GOP Senators Stab Trump on Capitol Steps

WASHINGTON, D.C.—Following the failure of Congressional Republicans to repeal Obamacare, alarming reports poured in from Washington D.C. on March 15th that Donald Trump has been stabbed by GOP senators on the steps of the U.S. Senate. Despite warnings from his soothsayer, Steve Bannon, to “beware the Ides of March,” Mr. Trump nevertheless went to the Senate to criticize the investigation of his campaign. Cameras captured the whole affair on tape as Trump approached the Capitol.

“Most high, mighty and puissant Trump,” began Sen. John McCain “I doth throw before thy seat with an humble heart-”

“What the hell is this?!” interrupted Trump, “You’re all trying to undermine my presidency, and you know, what, it’s disgraceful, ok? I didn’t want to say it, but it’s disgraceful.”

Sen. Lindsey Graham sought to intervene “Is there no voice more worthy of my own to sound more sweetly in the great President Trump’s ear-”

“The Republican Party needs strong and committed leaders, not weak people such as @JohnMcCain, if it is going to stop illegal immigration,” Trump shouted, before adding, “It’s a disaster. Sad!”

At last Ted Cruz tried to calm the temperamental tycoon as Sens. Rob Portman (R-OH) and Pat Toomey (R-PA) knelt in homage, “I kiss thy hand, President Trump, but not in flattery, desiring thee that John McCain may-”

“You know I don’t believe it, I’ve received tremendous support, yuge support, except from the GOP leadership,” said Trump, cutting him off.

It was then that the senators had had enough. “Speak, hands for me!” shouted Lindsey Graham

as he lunged at Trump with a dagger. Toomey, McCain, Cruz, and others pulled knives from their coats and joined in.

As the fracas ended Trump glanced up at a timid, shaking, sweating Senator Rubio holding a bloodied knife before uttering his last words. “Et tu, Little Marco?”

Launch of “BraiderBart” Incites Lashback on Campus

HAMILTON, NY— Colgate University has been rocked by controversies following the launch of BraiderBart, a new website devoted to far-right conspiracy theories. Publishing articles ranging from the outlandish, “10 Chemicals that B&G Puts in Our Water to Weaken our Vital Fluids,” to the more plausible “The Hidden Plot: Where Does Chartwells Really Get Its Meat From?” to the more problematic, “The REAL Reason Why Hitler’s Painting is Tragically Overlooked in Art Studies Courses,” the site has elicited a range of reactions from students. The Vice-President of the College Republicans, Julius Vanderwald III, agreed to be interviewed by the Monthly Rag about his organization’s response. Wearing his causal clothes (a three-pieced suit, monocle, and ivory handled cane) Vanderwald said, “This rubbish is besmirching the good name of the Republican Party! The GOP is a venerable organization that stands for noble ideals, like turning the poor out on their lazy behinds, and standing up for the rights of minorities. Democrats may advocate for Blacks, Muslims, and Hispanics, but the GOP stands for the truly oppressed —the 1%. My father made his money the hard way, by founding a chain of private prisons, trading in blood diamonds, and eventually joining the board of United Airlines. Currently he serves on the RNC’s Special Committee on Welfare Queens and Black on Black Crime, and I would hate for his good name to be damaged by being associated with those racists at BraiderBart!”

Other students who have been disturbed by the website’s contents are fighting back. “Hate has no place on this campus,” said Sarah Jessica Walker, “So we will fight back with the power of memes.” Her group, the Organization of Black, Native, and Other Xenophobia Intolerant Undergraduate Students, has vowed to plaster the campus with signs like “Hate Is More Ugly Than Love,” and “Remember the Children.” In this way they plan to heal the community.

Jeff Sessions Misses Hearing to Attend Civil War Reenactment

HAMILTON, NY—When called to testify regarding his knowledge of contact between the Trump campaign and Russia, congressional leaders were surprised to discover that Attorney General Jeff Sessions had excused himself from the capital to attend a Civil War battle reenactment. When reporters from The Monthly Rag finally caught up to Sessions, he seemed taken aback that he was supposed to be in Washington for important hearings. “Well, yes suh, I know there’s a lot going on in Congress, but I just had to be he’ in Vuhginia for the Battle of Dinwiddie Courthouse.” Sessions went on to explain: “Was nigh over 150 years ago that the flower of Southern gentry did drive those Yankees back at a humble little town not far off yonder,” he said, gesturing at a hill past a “Make America Great Again” sign.

 

When pushed for an explanation, Sessions revealed that he knew of the gravity of the hearings addressing foreign meddling in American elections, but “could not bear to see my fellow reenactors enjoy a glorious victory without me. I brought my replica musket and my saber, and I just bought a new Confederate army uniform—and of a cavalry officer no less!”

 

Upon hearing he might face a subpoena and be compelled to testify if he wasn’t present, Sessions stiffened, “I’ll not have my sacred honor impugned by some codswalloping dandy senator from Massachusetts! Seems I’m headed to Washington after all!” Sessions then motioned to his fellow reenactors and mounted his horse, “I shall return, gentlemen, with all due haste. Prepare a mint julep for my arrival. C’mon, Betsy. Hyah!”

At press time, after several hours Sessions and his horse only made it 20 miles before stopping at a McDonald’s in Petersburg. He was still wearing the uniform.

Inside Scoop: Tales of a Fracket

To anyone outside of Colgate, Monday is Monday. But for Colgate students, it’s Jug Night. Or according to John, it’s time to #slay.

A freshman girl smiled to herself in the mirror. She straightened her hair, coated on an excessive amount of mascara, smeared on a fresh layer of lip-gloss, and slid into her Supergas. “I’m ready,” she said to her roommate. Just as ready to #slay and #blackout, her roommate asked, “But aren’t you forgetting something?”

Dumbfounded at her own stupidity and incompletion, the freshman girl stated glowingly, “My fracket!” She pulled out a grey sweatshirt that was once black from her laundry basket, its special holding place. The shoulder was crusted with pizza sauce and the whole thing felt slightly damp from Fraturday’s beer intake. Each stain was a memory, each hole a tribute. She pulled the fracket into her chest and inhaled. She couldn’t wait to put it on.

After two karaoke performances, three gladiators shots, four trips to chat in the bathroom, and five too many Snapchat stories, the girls decided it was time to go home. All too naïvely, the freshman girl skipped over to the corner where she left her fracket. A tear rolled down her cheek and created a streak in her bronzed face. “It’s gone,” she whispered. Her friend pulled her in for a weepy embrace. “Who would take someone’s fracket? Take my Canada Goose, take my Barbour—but my fracket?” She shook her head in disbelief. She clenched her fists in rage. Her friend pulled out her phone and says, “Well, let’s call Campo and file a missing fracket report. Easy. We’ll get to the bottom of this, don’t worry.” And so they called Campo.

Weeks passed by slower than ever. The freshman girl couldn’t even bring herself to go out anymore. It wasn’t the same. She started a group on campus for those who were suffering like she was, for those whose frackets were stolen too. She found comfort in numbers.

Campo searched every day for three weeks. They did room checks, conducted interviews, and started investigating suspects. People hung up fliers, her friends marched down the streets in protest. The freshman girl tried to move on. But no sweatshirt smelled quite like old punch and vomit, and no sweatshirt had that special worn-in feeling.

And then Campo called. An officer stated with excitement, “Ma’am, we’re pleased to inform you that we’ve been successful in our search. We’ve retrieved your fracket along with the others, and we’re sorry you had to deal with such loss for the time being.”

She was shocked and horrified, betrayed and relieved all at once. But the mourning had abated. The tears would relent; the lost sleep would be restored. Her fracket was safe, and her wardrobe complete.

Joe Biden Finds Ice Cream Bliss at Colgate

HAMILTON, NY—In the continuing tradition of the Kerschner Family Series Global Leaders bringing well-respected world leaders and Tony Blair to Colgate’s campus, Joe Biden was welcomed to the comfortable, liberal haven in upstate New York. Biden is known for being the 47th Vice President of the United States, ice-cream lover, and partner in the greatest political bromance this nation has ever seen. His other accolades include escaping Scranton, Pennsylvania, serving as a distinguished Senator from Delaware, and meeting Amy Poehler. In addition to being praised as the most attractive Vice President in American history and the first Vice President in the 21st Century to leave office without shooting someone, what stands out most about Biden is his extreme love for all things ice cream.

While he doesn’t drink or smoke, he loves a good frozen dairy treat, and certainly couldn’t turn down the opportunity to travel to the school that briefly educated the great Bennet Cohen of the beloved Ben and Jerry’s duo. Evidently, this factoid is what finally convinced him to delay his tour of the Breyer factory in Philadelphia to make room for the lecture series. Staffers who organized the event told the Rag that Biden was extremely amicable and that his only request was for a three-gallon tub of Byrne Dairy’s Cookie Dough and some Chipwiches to get him in the mood for his lecture. Kerschner Series aside, Vice-President Biden seemed to enjoy his ice cream tour around Colgate. Biden traveled the area to visit his old haunts at ice cream joints and joined President Brian Casey for a lunch at Gilligan’s Island in Sherburne, where they rather predictably enjoyed waffle cones of Raider Passion. After the lecture, Biden also made his way to YoGate where he lectured the managers on reevaluating their life choices, telling them they should be dessert or be nothing.

April Fools Drinking Game

It’s that time of year where you can release that stress over your plummeting GPA and bleak plans for the summer, and take revenge on both friends and enemies alike with a few dozen delightful pranks. If you’re looking to step up your game and blood alcohol content this year, we at the Rag have some special ideas for you.

Players: 1+
Materials: Any and all dranks

Instructions:

-Cook the library staplers in jello shots.

-Surprise Edward Fortyhands an unsuspecting acquaintance on the quad—make sure to double up on the tape so they can’t escape.

-Fill up your roommate’s water bottle with vodka.

-Switch out the Coop drink machine for with a few specially spiced frat-punch recipes.

-Freeze mentos in ice cubes and offer to make your friend a nice, icy mixed drink.

-Take the classic doodle-on- drunk-friends-face-with-sharpie prank, but kick it up a notch and try it out on your professor.

*Disclaimer: The Monthly Rag encourages safe behavior when drinking. If not, you have no right to be upset when we laugh at you after reading the Blotter.

Colgate Gone Downhill in Last Century, All Things Considered

HAMILTON, NY—A report by US News and World Report confirmed today what many people already suspected: all-in-all, Colgate just isn’t the nationally respected and important school it was a century ago. “Look, we all kind of thought this already but let’s face it: Colgate’s been coasting since about WWII,” said Dean Mark Thompson. “I mean seriously, look at any metric—sports, academics—we’re just not the school we used to be.” The report detailed how Colgate’s football team, while formidable within the Patriot League, used to regularly face down the likes of Penn State, Army, and Syracuse and win—feats considered impossible today, never mind the rise of such powerhouses as the SEC schools which would crush us as easily as they would a high school team.

The news was no better academically. The report stated that 100 years ago Colgate was one of the best schools in the country, comparable to the institutions that would form the Ivy League in 1954. However, the school now ties for 12th, and only among other small liberal arts colleges. “The fact that we’re not beating Vassar and Hamilton [in the rankings] is just fucking disgraceful,” said Dean Thompson. “Pretty soon those yokels out at Lehigh and Bucknell will get to thinking they can rival us academically and not just athletically.”

The depression continued on the social front, noting that Colgate was once home to 13 fraternities, but would probably lose (or kick out) the last few in the coming decade. The secret societies were actually secret, and not just puppets for the administration. It was a much cooler time.” Lastly, the report picked apart our dear sweet town of Hamilton, noting it was “nowhere near any cultural, political, or financial hub” and that its small town charm was “negated by a thoroughly depressing climate.” The report assailed Hamilton’s connectivity, stating that trains from Hamilton directly to New York City had been replaced by a torturous six hour bus ride through Binghamton.

Even though Colgate has fallen behind other schools in nearly every category, the report concluded it was still possible for Colgate students to succeed in the world by getting a job on Wall Street and getting filthy rich by fleecing clients on behalf of Goldman-Sachs.