DU Worships Lizard God

HAMILTON, NY—Hamilton Police apprehended juniors Matt “Luch” Castapadaluccesione and Robert “Jefe” Christopher when responding to report of trespassing from a local farmer. Investigators were baffled by the fact that the two were wearing robes at the time and seemed to be attempting to steal a goat. However, in the course of the investigation it was revealed that the two were taking part in a Delta Upsilon ritual. Local police were forced to obtain a federal warrant and SWAT team to enter the house due to the fraternity’s strict “No Geeds” policy. In the basement, investigators found several altars and effigies of a strange lizard-like figure. “Yo, his name is Ooooooze, and he’s, like, not of this world,” one brother told them.

The brothers have apparently been sacrificing to an inter-dimensional reptile for years, in order to assure a steady crop of “solid eights and above,” for their legendary open parties. “I mean, yeah, we usually burn a little fire bud, a goat, and a VHS copy of Fight Club to this hard-partying lizard god a couple times a year, but it’s, like, a strong part of our brotherhood,” said Louis “The Greek” Kyrikidapoulas,“He gives us guidance on how to live a dope life and score with hotties. I thought he wouldn’t be that chill, since he’s from the Moran IX galaxy, but he’s totally not a squid, that’s like two universes over.” When asked why this multi-dimensional entity required these items he responded “I don’t know, don’t judge the homie. We made Cabo eat a shit ton of spiders, and he’s said they tasted pretty loud, so like, chill, different stroke for different folks, know what I mean?” Fraternity president Mike “Roche Boi” Frattaloni told the Rag, “I mean like I get why people might thinks it’s strange, but honestly, when he comes through during the eclipse of Sagittarius, it’s a straight dope time. Nobody gotta hate, we’re just a bunch of dudes that like to get down, and yeah, sometimes there’s a chill lizard dude, so like, rush DU.”

Psychology Department Conducts Study to Observe Student Reactions to Broken Espresso Machine

HAMILTON, NY—Early Monday of this week, the Psychology Department began a new study investigating the psychological effects of espresso withdrawals. In the span of twenty-four hours, the espresso machines in both Hieber Cafe and Frank Dining Hall have mysteriously “broken.” Regarding the incident, one student reportedly said, “I have to drink coffee coffee? Like a plebeian?”

Another student, upon seeing the “Broken Espresso Machine” sign, reportedly burst out into hysterics and hurled his backpack across Frank, concussing another student while simultaneously toppling both waffle irons.

One student reported just missing her daily life talk with the Frank barista, who, like crème brûlée, is tough on the outside but on the inside is warm, sweet, and made of egg custard.

The Psychology Department did not predict the extremity of students’ reactions and acknowledged that the widespread anger could culminate in riots. In addition, many parents are making threats in their Facebook group to discontinue donations if this espresso-less travesty persists. Due to the extremity of the threats, the administration has promised to return espresso machines to both locations effective immediately. President Casey reportedly told the Psychology Department to keep their experiments in the Olin basement. Though the experiment was cut short, results will eventually be posted on a giant poster that no one will ever read.

Career Services on how to naviGATE a Politically Divided Home over Thanksgiving

HAMILTON, NY—As a part of their Real World series program for seniors, Career Services hosted an informational session for students traveling home over the upcoming break in an effort to teach them some of the skills necessary to handle their family members at Thanksgiving. The coordinator for the event, Karen Wallace, told a reporter, “We really stress strategy and target our tactics for potential future family interactions. It’s important to know key facts, such as state and national voting histories of all extended family members, in order to ensure a smooth and enjoyable dinner with one’s relatives.” Wallace stressed the importance of sticking to key talking points throughout the holiday, such as when being asked about one’s major, it’s best to say Biology or Economics, regardless of what one’s actual major is, as to avoid further questioning or skepticism. This tactic can also be used when Grandma asks why you never call her. It is imperative to explain that you have no recollection of having received her calls and letting them go to voicemail because your phone “just isn’t working,” emphasizing that you are baffled by “technology these days, huh?”

 

When possible, Wallace advised students to avoid potentially sensitive topics, such as your future career path, gun rights, and your cousin Brittni’s new boyfriend. When questioned about how to respond to conversations regarding the results of the Presidential Election, Wallace urged students not to risk discussing the results of the election with family members at all costs. “I get that we all have civic duties to create dialogues about important issues facing the nation and to be mindful and engaged citizens of the world around us, but for the love of all things holy, just sit this one out.” 2016 is an especially complex year to try to escape family interactions, because football is no longer a safe and utterly mindless bonding activity due to the conversations surrounding recent protests over the national anthem. In an emergency scenario, such as your uncle Johnny wanting to show everybody a “great article he saw on Facebook about the rigged media,” Wallace suggested the best getaway to be either the kids table or to the kitchen to help with dishes—because menial labor and having to touch nasty gravy sink water is undeniably better than the emotional brawl and psychological torture that would have otherwise occurred.

Student Admits to Not Actually Liking the Song “Closer,” Loses All Friends

HAMILTON, NY—Expressing feelings of sadness and anger, first-year Colgate student Anna Smith just confirmed that her current lack of friends is completely due to her not liking the song “Closer (feat. Halsey)” by American DJ duo The Chainsmokers.

Recently, Smith was spotted sitting completely alone in Frank Dining Hall, a suspicious sign given that freshmen girls are known to travel in packs. When a reporter reached out to Smith for a comment on her unusual dining situation, she promptly burst into tears and began telling the story of her exile from her friend group.

According to Smith, the incident began during a typical pregame for Freshmen Jug Night. Smith and her friends were busy pouring Frank cranberry juice and flavored Smirnoff into old plastic water bottles when Smith began playing music from her phone. The trouble started when Caroline Roche ’20, who was frantically trying to finish applying her eyeliner, drunkenly shouted, “You know what song I loooove dancing to at the Jug? And put on my snap story like every time I hear it? Closer!” according to Smith.

 

Following Roche’s declaration, the other girls vigorously agreed with her and began peppering Smith with requests to play the song. “After that, you know, I just thought that maybe it would be okay to say ‘Actually, I don’t like that song that much, maybe can we listen to something by Lil Yachty instead?’ But they all just stared at me, and one said, ‘Play the song or get out,’” said Smith as she tried to dry her eyes. “I laughed because I thought they were joking but then Caroline told me that I had to leave her room.” Smith was forced to return to her room while tipsy and alone, missing Freshmen Jug Night. Since the incident, she has not heard from a single one of her friends and is routinely ignored by them around campus.

 

At press time, Smith was beginning to frantically text every group chat that she was a part of saying that she had changed her mind and actually loves the song now.

Deer Take Hostages in Advance of Annual Culling

HAMILTON, NY—Panic swept across campus this morning as the annual Hamilton Deer Cull drew near. Three freshmen were dragged, screaming, from their dorms by some of the village’s most aggressive and destructive residents—the deer. “They just broke down the door, four of them, and took Courtney,” sobbed Marisa DeLeon ‘20, as she stood outside her Andrews dorm. Two freshman boys were also abducted by the deer from West Hall who reportedly wore ski masks as they smashed the windows to gain entry. In both instances, the deer left ransom notes in the bedrooms of those taken. “If you ever want to see students again, cancel Annual Deer Culling!!! Also, deliver $100,000 cash and salt blocks to the woods. No cops!”

Hamilton Mayor and Colgate professor, Bob McVaugh, is said to be in close consultation with President Casey and the New York State Police. “We’re currently weighing all of our options on how to respond to this crisis,” McVaugh said. Police weighed a man-hunt to retrieve the students, meeting the deer’s demands or even continuing with the cull as planned. “Look, I want to get those students back safely as much as the next guy, but my wife will kill me if I let the little monsters eat her flowers again,” McVaugh said. Sgt. Hartmann of the NYSP confirmed. “I mean we could mount a rescue operation, but there’s just so much forest around here. I’d have to call men from as far away as Cortland and Oneonta, and we just… oh, that’s just gonna be so much work. You said they’re only freshmen, right? Not sophomores or upperclassmen?”

 

After some debate, the majority of the community had decided it was just better to go through with the culling as planned. At press time, the deer re- leased a video of them trampling one of the hostages to a pulp.

HELP WANTED! Freshman Seeking Fall Themed Boyfriend

HAMILTON, NY—Wanted for Immediate Employment: Cute fall-festive guy to engage in romantic relationship, potentially coitus, for the duration of the autumn season. Employer is average-looking freshman girl, 5’8”, 135 lbs, fun, bubbly personality. Contract ends December 21, 2016 (first day of winter). Extension for winter season possible, decisions will be made on a case-by-case basis.

Duties include day outings to pumpkin patches, apple orchards, and corn mazes, wearing a hot, but still cute, couples Halloween costume, photographing employer during outings, and posing for photos with employer that will be edited, filtered, and posted to Instagram in a timely manner. Participation in No Shave November will nullify the contract, unless the scruff gives off a sexy lumberjack vibe. Fulfills 1 Physical Education Requirement; contact your advisor for more information.

Requirements: Smell like a pumpkin spice latte. Flannels and Bean boots encouraged. Photography experience recommended. Applicants will be evaluated on physical looks and not much else. Submit a copy of your headshot and resume to thirstygurl@colgate.edu by October 21, 2016 for consideration.

Community Garden Fails; Starvation Imminent

HAMILTON, NY— Students who tend Colgate’s community garden were shocked this weekend to discover that an autumn freeze had killed all the crops, cutting off the university’s only supply of food. “We showed up early to harvest the crops, but they were frosted over and died in the night,” said panicked senior Haley Quince, “Good God, we didn’t harvest enough crops to last us the winter! It’s too late to plant new ones! We’ll all starve!”

Food riots quickly broke out at Frank as students ransacked the dining hall for whatever they could scrounge. Grim-faced professors and administrators abandoned their posts to go plunder Price Chopper while some picked through the remnants of the dead crops at the garden. Freshmen hastily formed tribes and began hunting squirrels and geese for food; they were about as successful as one would expect a bunch of suburban New Yorkers to be at hunting.

Students quickly concocted radical solutions to the food shortage. “I hear Cornell has plenty of food; those Big Red Bastards are just hoarding it!” shouted Mark Merrick ‘19 to a large crowd brandishing torches and pitchforks. “We should march to Ithaca, take all their food, and burn their stupid campus to the ground— especially after that stupid Homecoming football game!” The crowd roared in assent as they envisioned stealing the bounty of Upstate New York: apples, dairy and vegetables— and from Cornell, no less.

The situation came under control as President Casey addressed the crowd from the Chapel. “Everyone, please be calm!” the president said, “I just called up a few friends and made some arrangements. There should be trucks with plenty of food arriving from New York and Boston by tomorrow morning that will keep us supplied through winter.” The Chapel erupted in applause as the President quietly announced that the plan to pillage and burn Cornell was still on.

13 Things Better than Brock Turner Lecturing on College Campuses

Our first installment of a new series called “Real Things Actually Happening in the World” . . .

Former Stanford swimmer Brock Turner wants to once again impose his will upon innocent college students, only this time it will take place in slightly better-lit areas and he’ll be given a microphone for some reason. That’s right, everybody’s favorite apotheosis of privilege could be coming to a campus near you to share his valuable insights on…hell if we know.

After serving his disturbingly short and later reduced prison sentence, Turner emerged the same irresponsible little shit he was before. Only now, he and his ne’er-do-well family have a plan to clear his name: a lecture series.

When asked why he wanted to do this, Turner resorted to his go-to response: “Challenging drinking culture and promiscuity in higher education” but later commented, “Honestly, they’re [college campuses] just asking for it.” This decision was lauded by California judges (but only the ones who were also college athletes and Stanford graduates) yet notably abhorred by anyone with ears and a tenuous grasp on reality. Given the dubious nature of this decision, The Rag has compiled a list of 13 ideas better than a Turner lecture series.

1. Summering in Syria
2. Eating a Jug dog
3. Snapchatting former Congressman Anthony Weiner
4. Drinking the punch
5. Participating in a Miss Universe Pageant
6. Jill Stein’s presidential bid
7. Attending Trump University
8. Killing Kendrick’s vibe
9. Gazing long into an abyss (for soon it will also gaze into you…) 10. Pissing off a writer at The Rag
11. Setting up a private email server in your bathroom
12. Invading Russia in the winter
13. Buying a Samsung Galaxy Note 7

Plans Underway for Campus Safety and Residential Life Merger

HAMILTON, NY— Colgate plans to launch a complete revamping of the Campus Safety and Residential Life department by slashing staff and combining them into a smaller office. Plans to construct a new building on the Field of Dreams are underway; sources have told us that the wild inconvenience of the location, as well as the advantage of greater access to smoking with students, is ideal. Complaints have been ongoing for years about the overall inefficacy and absolute moronic functioning of these departments. A ResLife staff member said, “We’ve figured out that the problem is that we’ve been coddling students far too much. For this merger, less really is more.” The new hours will be from 1-4 PM, Sundays through Tuesdays only. Students will have to fill out a seven-page application and complete a four-hour ropes course to receive a permit that allows them to contact to staff members. Violators without permits will immediately be relocated into a forced triple in Curtis.

As Colgate continues to rise in the ranks as a party school, efforts have been focused on the highest standard of safety encompassing every aspect of student life. The head of Campus Safety told a Rag reporter, “We’re working on placing a live-in Campo officer in every residential building, including some of the apartments. Why waste the space of a dingle, when you can stick Campo in a double with a student—it gives them a real sense of security, confidence. For the student, I mean.” Names for the new department are still up in the air, but some of the stronger suggestions have included “Big Brother Colgate” and “Gate Dick-tators.”

Gossip Column: The Women’s Bathroom

In a high-risk operative mission, a Rag reporter infiltrated Beta Theta Pi Fraternity’s 80s party and successfully gathered top-secret gossip from the women’s bathroom this past Saturday night. Stealthily breaking into the restroom at 11:47 PM, our reporter camouflaged herself by curling around a trashcan and groaning every few minutes for two hours.

The night was heavy with sweat, beer, and incoherent shrieks of “Oh my god, I LOVE this song!!!” The stage was set—and an indulgent display of stranger’s love and validation was about to commence.

A freshman girl was slumped against the wall, complaining to her friends in slurred words that she was too sweaty and gross for that guy with the pink neon shorts to hook up with her. Junior Leah Davis shrieked from the back of line and went up to hug the girl saying, “Oh my God, no, that’s crazy! Look how beautiful you are! You’re literally glowing! You don’t need that asshole if he can’t see all the amazingness you are! Anyone would be lucky to hook up with you; he should be on his hands and knees pleading!” The freshman girl looked up at her, eyes brimming with tears, and said, “No way, you are too sweet!” Davis grabbed her into a giant bear hug before the next stall opened and Davis slid in with seven others of the freshmen girl clique.

 

Around 12:38AM, oozing confidence and poise, senior Kari Lawrence strutted into the bathroom and cut three other girls to snag a stall. Vicious whispers erupted from the other dozen girls crowding the bathroom, “Who the fuck does she think she is?” and “I’ve been here for seven hours, sacrificed my first child for my place in line, and this chick walks in like she owns the place?!” It was a clear low point of the night, and it was hard to see if the women’s bathroom could recover from such a devastating blow. The stall opened a few minutes later and Lawrence emerged in shame. “I’m so so so sooooo sorry, you guys! But I’m about to hook up with this girl I’ve had a crush on for three years though, didn’t want any emergencies!” The room burst into a chorus of “awwww’s” and the crowd enveloped her in warm, welcoming arms.

 

It was a night full of tenderness, deep affection, and mild alcohol poisoning, fueled by empowered women and punch. To keep up the disguise, our reporter had to feign being blackout when a group of girls confronted her. She was immediately escorted from the party and tucked into bed at home, with a warm glass of milk, aspirin, a backpack so she wouldn’t vomit and choke, and a number to call in the morning to make sure she was okay.