#mud wizard

Why they deserve to be the ultimate wizard according to YOU:

Mud Wizard:

Vanquished (so far): NZ/Aotearoa Wizard

"He looks like he wouldn’t support gentrification”

"Gotta go with the mud wizard for the anticop mud magic"

“Outplayed cops with mud magic.”

“Technically I've heard him referred to as mud monk but his vibes pass. He walks easily in the mud while the police sink in. Good for him.”

Amaury Guichon:

Vanquished (so far): Leonardo da Vinci

"We cannot let fucking chocolate guy lose a tumblr poll. Seeing his videos and thinking 'fucking chocolate guy' is an Integral part of the Tumblr Experience"

"Chocolate guy for sure cuz everytime I see a chocolate guy video I go “chocolate guy???? At it again????” Watching him work feels like wizardry”

“Man is a real life wizard”

Mud Wizard 🧙‍♂️ mural in Germany. The Wizard was a defender of the recently evicted village of Luetzerath, which is slated to be totally demolished to make way for the expansion of an opencast lignite mine.

Over the last couple years activists occupied the largely abandoned town to prevent its demolition.

English image ID: a sticker on a lamppost that says ‘no god, no country, just the Monk from Lützerath!’ The sticker also has a photo of the monk shoving a policeman.

Congrats if you’re one of Randall’s lucky 10,000 today who gets to learn about the Mönch von Lützerath (also known as the Mud Wizard) today!

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Video of the event here.

“When Brother Markus says: “But in doing so, he takes advantage of their powerlessness,” isn’t this their case at every moment? Aren’t we constantly faced with police officers who take advantage of our powerlessness?

I don’t like it when people exploit our powerlessness either. I don’t like thousands of people being beaten by enraged police officers, shouting and brandishing their batons. Right from the start, the police charged blindly. I saw bloody faces and unconscious people on the ground. I cried three times because the violence was so unbearable. Activist networks in Lützerath reported that forty-five people suffered head injuries at the hands of the police during the demonstration. Forty-six with me, as I was hit in the face for no reason by a policeman while filming a scene of police violence. I’m lucky enough to have had just a few temporary scrapes.

As activists are not as organized as the police, we will never know the exact number of injured demonstrators, and many people went home traumatized. I tried the strategy of not moving when the police charged, holding each other by the arms. It was sacrificial in a way, quite effective in holding position, but useless in the hope that the police wouldn’t be violent, and therefore far too traumatic a sight: the seriously injured and the blood. I hate seeing blood..”

“…It’s easy to proclaim moral judgments about the importance of nonviolence, but how do you put them into practice and still have the possibility to win? If Brother Markus had actually participated in the demonstration, it would be easier for me to hear his words and advice. But I don’t feel like I’m talking to someone who today has the same fears as I do, and who sees the need to do something to prevent the capitalist system from destroying future generations.

Now that I’ve said that, I hope from the bottom of my heart that at the next big demonstration, anyone willing to will come and hug a policeman. We need all awake and sensitive forces!

The policeman got up from my tripping and joined his colleagues, who went on bludgeoning. He was just a little late in his exercise of violence and didn’t get to deliver as many blows as he would have liked. In itself, this is not tragic—on the contrary.

If all the police had been overpowered in the mud by a thousand monks, the rest of the demonstration could have gone all the way to Lützerath. We would have saved the village and its magnificent tree houses. A festive banquet would have lasted all night.