Mārtiņš Staķis

Member of the European Parliament, Greens/EFA. Former Mayor of Riga.

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

No paaudzes paaudzē - godinām Latvijas varoņus.

#LāčplēšaDiena 🇱🇻🇱🇻🇱🇻

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

Lācplēša dienā mūsu dzimta katru gadu piemin un godina arī manu vecvectēvu, Viestura ordeņa kavalieri, kapteini Juri Staķi.

Viņa mūžs cieši siastīts ar mūsu tautas likteni. Tikai gads starpā divām publikācijām - vienā Juris tiek apbalvots ar Viestura ordeni, bet jau gadu vēlāk mana vecvecmāmiņa Zenta meklē jebkādu ziņu par viņa likteni. Juris Staķis okupantu nomocīts mira Noriļlagā, Krasnojarskā 1943. gadā.

Paldies visiem varoņiem, kuri Latviju sargājuši un sargā ik dienu!

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

This is not historically accurate. The Latvian Armed Forces were conducting military exercises to practice defending the Ministry of Defence. The entire area was cordoned off, and residents were advised to use alternative routes. However, several people, either out of curiosity or defiance, still chose to walk through the military exercise zone. Russian propaganda skillfully exploited the situation.

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

Amerikāņi šonakt parādīja, kāpēc ir tik svarīgi sargāt demokrātiju, tiesu varu un neatkarīgus medijus. Arī mums - Eiropā un Latvijā. Ļoti ceru, ka demokrātu graujošā uzvara vidustermiņa vēl��šanās būs pirmais solis atpakaļ uz ierasto, cieņpilno partnerību starp ASV un Eiropu.

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

Prognozes piepildās.

Manis teiktais vakar @ltvzinas “Šodienas jautājumā”. Situācija ar valdības veidošanu ir daudz skaidrāka nekā tiek stāstīts. 👇

[TV3 Ziņas @TV3zinas]

15. Saeimas sekretāra amatā ievēlē Petraviču, bet JV paliek bez amata https://t.co/QhFOREyGKW

[Jānis Tereško @JanisTeresko]

Staķa prognoze = Kulberga/Šlesera valdība

[Radosław Sikorski 🇵🇱🇪🇺 @sikorskiradek]

Po Medwiediewie, Orbanie i Farage’u na pomoc naszej patoprawicy rusza Marine Le Pen.
Braun i Korwin, sędzia Schmydt.
Brawo @NawrockiKn!

[SEDE Committee Press @EP_Defence]

Day 2 in Gifu 🇯🇵 @EP_Defence MEPs visit Gifu Air Base and Kawasaki Heavy Industries. Talks focus on concrete examples of defence cooperation, including on a sixth generation stealth fighter (GCAP), integrated missile defence and autonomous capabilities. 1/2

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

Nē, jautājums par stadiona būvniecību Uzvaras parkā nekad nav bijis manā dienaskārtībā. Pilsētas parki ir domāti iedzīvotājiem, un to nekad nevar būt par daudz – drīzāk par maz.

Redzot, cik veiksmīgi izdevies labiekārtot Uzvaras parku un cik daudz rīdzinieku to ikdienā izmanto, vēlreiz pārliecinos, ka lēmums parka teritoriju atvēlēt iedzīvotāju atpūtai un aktīvai atpūtai bija pareizs.

[Roman Sheremeta 🇺🇸🇺🇦 @rshereme]

Different times, same ignorance.

Arm Ukraine and prolong the war! Why not peace with Putin? Putin has not attacked us, why attack Putin?

People who are making these statements today are the same people who would be welcoming Hitler during the WW2.

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

Putin’s ally Vučić, like Orbán, has lost the elections. In both countries, voters demanded change.

Congratulations to the Serbian people on their determination and courage! 🇷🇸

Corruption, repression, and economic stagnation are far too high a price to pay for close political ties with the Kremlin. I hope Latvia never has to pay that price.

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

Putina sabiedrotais Vučičs, tāpat kā Orbāns ir zaudējuši vēlēšanās. Abās valstīs vēlētāji pieprasīja pārmaiņas.

Apsveicu serbus ar apņēmību un drosmi! 🇷🇸

Korupcija, represijas un ekonomiskā stagnācija ir pārāk augsta cena par politisku tuvību Kremlim. Ceru, ka Latvijai tā nekad nebūs jāmaksā.

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

Breaking up was the hard part. The way back is just paperwork, and if there’s one thing Brussels does brilliantly, it’s paperwork. Always welcome home. 🇪🇺

[Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan @MayorofLondon]

Brexit has been catastrophic. It's time to rejoin the EU.

https://t.co/fFfJnxqQ84

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

@AMamikins Neticu, ka Tu esi īstais Andrejs Mamikins. Pat Tavam līmenim šis ir pārāk zemu.

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

I stand with President Zelensky and the people of Ukraine.

[Mārtiņš Staķis @MStakis]

Amerikāņi atbalsta Ukrainu, lai ko jums vietējie trampisti un putinisti stāstītu. Esmu pārliecināts, ka agri vai vēlu atklāsies visas putina organizētās korupcijas shēmas, lai panāktu, ka Trampa administrācija faktiski nostājas krievijas pusē. Visdrīzāk pēc ASV kongresa vidustermiņa vēlēšanām 3. novembrī, kurās Trampa sabiedrotajiem prognozē smagu sakāvi.

[EU_Eurostat @EU_Eurostat]

In 2024, the EU recycled 42.4% of all the generated plastic packaging waste. 🛍️♻️

Highest recycling rate in:

🇱🇻Latvia 71.0%
🇧🇪Belgium (58.2%)
🇵🇱Poland (56.0%)

Lowest in:

🇩🇰Denmark (22.5%)
🇫🇮Finland (26.9%)
🇫🇷France (27.4%)

Read more 👉https://t.co/rcCPmid2og

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I am a member of the Norwegian Nobel Committee.

There are five of us. Five people, appointed by a parliament most of the planet could not find on a map, who decide, once a year, which human being the world has agreed to call good.

I know. I know. I think about it on the tram.

We meet in a building on Henrik Ibsens gate, a street named after a man who wrote almost exclusively about people discovering they are frauds, which nobody on the committee finds funny except me. There is a room with a long table and the portraits of the dead laureates looking down, Mandela, the Dalai Lama, a great many earnest men in spectacles, and one portrait we do not discuss, which is Kissinger, 1973, awarded while the bombs were still falling, after which two of our predecessors resigned and the satirist Tom Lehrer said political satire was now obsolete. We keep him on the wall. A reminder. Every family has the uncle.

It is October in Oslo, which means the sun gives up around four in the afternoon like a civil servant, and it rains the particular Norwegian rain that isn’t quite falling, just hanging there, judging you. I arrive with wet shoes. I always arrive with wet shoes. There is coffee, because this is Norway and there is always coffee, we drink more of it per person than almost anyone alive, and someone’s wife has sent kanelboller, the cinnamon buns, and we sit, five Norwegians, damp, caffeinated, sugared, and we decide the moral standing of the entire species.

Let me tell you how it actually works, because the world imagines a cathedral and it is, I promise you, a book club with a mandate.

287 nominations this year. 208 people, 79 organizations. Anyone can nominate, that’s the secret nobody understands: a professor, a parliamentarian, a former laureate, so the “nominee” list is meaningless, it’s a suggestion box, and every autumn some congressman nominates his own golden retriever and the press writes “SHORTLISTED.” Nobody is shortlisted. There is no short list the public ever sees. There is us, and the coffee, and the rain, and the portraits, and a Norwegian stubbornness that is older than the prize itself.

We read reports. The institute’s advisers write them, thick dull documents, and we argue. Our chairman told the BBC once that in the final meeting “there is a high temperature.” High temperature, for a Norwegian, means someone slightly raised an eyebrow and then apologized for it. We don’t do high temperature. We do a long silence, and then Kristin says “well,” and everyone knows exactly what “well” meant, and it’s settled. That’s our shouting. “Well.” You’d have to be raised here to hear the violence in it.

Now. This year. I will not say the name, because we never say the name, but you know the name.

A certain head of state wanted this prize the way a child wants a thing in a shop window, which is to say loudly, and in public, and with the full belief that wanting it was itself the argument. He said he deserved it. He said he’d ended eight wars, a number that grew most times he said it, like a fish. He had other heads of state phone us. Israel’s prime minister posted it on the internet, “Give him the Nobel.” The leaders of Cambodia and Pakistan announced they’d nominated him, as though announcing it were part of it, as though we tally mentions. A man flew around the globe collecting endorsements for a Norwegian committee the way you’d collect signatures for a petition to the council about a noisy dog.

And here, uff da, is the detail I treasure, the one that makes me smile into my coffee. The nomination deadline is the 31st of January. He took office on the 20th. So for all the phone calls, all the posts, all the gilded lobbying, the only nominations that could possibly count for this year’s prize were filed in the first eleven days of his term, before he had, by his own arithmetic, ended a single one of the eight wars. He campaigned all year for a prize whose window had shut while he was still hanging up his coat. We didn’t have to reject him. The calendar did. We just watched. Norwegians are very good at watching. We have long winters.

People think we sit there weighing his deeds. We don’t. That’s the thing I can’t make the world understand. We’re not grading his homework. We don’t owe anyone the prize for a ceasefire, however real, however loud the announcement. “He made peace” is not a sentence that ends in a medal, the way he believes it does, the way he believes every good thing ends in his name on it. The will of a dead Swede says the prize goes to whoever did the most for fraternity between nations. A dead Swede, I should add, who made his entire fortune inventing dynamite and selling arms, and spent his last years horrified at his own obituary, which called him a merchant of death, and so bought his way to immortality as a man of peace. The whole prize is one guilty arms dealer’s attempt to launder his name. We are, all of us, administering a dead man’s public relations. I find this clarifying. It keeps me humble. It should keep everyone humble, and it keeps, by my count, no one humble at all.

So who did we give it to?

An eighty-five-year-old woman. A judge. Born in Durban, under apartheid, granddaughter of a Tamil man who came to South Africa as indentured labor, a bus driver’s daughter from the poor Indian quarter, who became the first non-white woman to run a law practice in her province, who defended Mandela’s people when defending them was dangerous, who sat on the Rwanda tribunal and the court at the Hague, and who, at eighty-five, is right now a judge weighing whether a genocide is a genocide. When we told the world, our chairman said the rule of law “underpins the system we have set up to ensure peace,” and that “peace requires justice.” She wasn’t even in Oslo. She was in Nuremberg. In courtroom 600. The actual room where they tried the Nazis. You cannot stage that. God staged that, and God, it turns out, is a better satirist than any of us.

She did not phone us. She did not post. No prime minister demanded it for her on the internet. She had, as far as our deliberations are concerned, the one qualification the loud man could never manufacture, which is that she wanted the work and not the medal. The medal finds those people. It flees the ones who chase it. This is not a rule we wrote. It’s just the only pattern the hundred-odd years of our mistakes has ever shown.

The reaction from across the ocean was immediate. His spokesman posted that we “place politics over peace.” Ja. Perhaps. We’re five damp pensioners in a rainy city; of course it’s political, it was always political, it was political when we gave it to a sitting American president nine months into his first term for the promise of things he had not yet done, and we have been quietly embarrassed about that one for fifteen years, so believe me, we had a particular reason this year to prefer a woman with fifty years of verdicts behind her over a man with eight wars in front of him and a deadline already behind him.

Here is what he will never understand, the thing I’d tell him on the tram if he ever took one. We are the one prize he cannot buy, cannot post his way to, cannot have a friendly dictator phone in for him. Not because we’re incorruptible, nei, we’re as vain and wrong and human as the portraits on our wall. But because the entire point of the thing, the only power a small cold country’s book club has ever held, is that it goes to the person not performing the wanting. The moment you demand it, you’ve proven you don’t understand what it’s for, and proving that is itself the disqualification. He ran the most expensive campaign in the history of the prize and the campaign was the reason. He was never losing to Navi Pillay. He was losing to the concept.

It’s dark now. Four o’clock dark. The buns are gone. Kristin said “well” an hour ago and we all went home. I’m on the tram with my wet shoes, and somewhere across the water a very powerful man is explaining to a camera that the prize is rigged, that we’re corrupt, that he’ll win it next year, and he genuinely might, we’re only five idiots and we’ve been wrong before, Kissinger is still on the wall.

But not this year. This year an old woman in Nuremberg, in the room where the law once stared down the exact kind of man who thinks wanting a thing loudly enough should make it his, got a phone call she didn’t ask for.

That’s the job. We don’t reward the man who ends the war and announces it.

We reward the woman who spent fifty years deciding what a war was.

He’ll never see the difference. That’s rather the whole point of him.

Takk for i dag. I have to change trams.

[Viesturs Kleinbergs @VKleinbergs]

Rīdzinieku apmierinātība ar dzīvi pilsētā turpina augt! Jaunākajā iedzīvotāju aptaujā Rīgas dzīves vides kvalitātes indekss sasniedzis augstāko rezultātu kopš 2019. gada.

Īpaši priecē tas, ka iedzīvotāji arvien labāk novērtē ieguldījumus gājēju un velo infrastruktūrā. Šogad 67% rīdzinieku pozitīvi vērtē ietvju, celiņu un gājēju pāreju kvalitāti, kas ir par 5 procentpunktiem vairāk nekā pērn.

Savukārt 72% velobraucēju ir apmierināti ar iespējām pārvietoties ar velosipēdu, un šis rādītājs gada laikā audzis par 8 procentpunktiem.

Protams, vēl ir daudz darāmā, jo gan ielu un ietvju sakārtošana, gan drošākas pārvietošanās iespējas joprojām ir svarīgi jautājumi rīdziniekiem. Taču ir gandarījums redzēt, ka pārmaiņas pilsētā iedzīvotāji pamana un novērtē.

Turpināsim strādāt, lai Rīga kļūtu par arvien ērtāku un cilvēcīgāku pilsētu !

Avots: SIA “Latvijas Fakti” aptaujas rezultāti

[Mārtiņš Kossovičs 🇱🇻🇺🇦 @MKossovics]

Mana lielākā motivācija doties politikā bija veidot pārmaiņas, lai apliecinātu, ka godīga, tiesiska politika ir iesp��jama. Tāpēc man šis Rīgas apgabaltiesas lēmums, kas atstāj spēkā Igoram Trubko piespriesto četru gadu un sešu mēnešu cietumsodu, ir tik personīgi un emocionāli svarīgs.
Joprojām ticu godīgai politikai!

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