In today's case of the pot calling the kettle black, or perhaps it should be green, the UK's so-called "Green Tsar" has been caught with his grubby mitts in the fantastical, fictional tin-foil-hatted world of climate change skepticism. Sir James Bevan, touted by the UK Government as one of the guiders of their green policies, and who was knighted, presumably for his outstanding services to having a conscience, has provoked as much shock and aghast intaking from environmentalists as a polar bear on a diesel-powered snowmobile. This, after it was unearthed that Bevan has been skimming a tidy sum from corporations skeptical about the doom-laden realities of climate change. Swiftly proving that green can be gleaned from the pockets of skeptics as much as from those actively caring about the future of the planet. For those in blissful wonder, climate change skepticism is a quaint belief system, often including the notion that melting ice caps are part of a natural process, carbon emissions are a myth embellished by tree-huggers, and that any day now, fairies will sprinkle the Earth with magical world-saving dust. Sir Bevan, in comparison, is best known for using a mixed bag of scary climate stats at corporate events, expertly garnished with apocalyptic predictions on the state of our planet. It is thus extremely rich and multi-layered in irony that he has been pocketing cash from companies openly sneering at his heartfelt soliloquies about the environment. When asked to comment on what has been widely labeled as brazen hypocrisy, Sir Bevan explained, with the sincerity of an opportunistic magpie in an urban park, "Well, you see, combating climate change is quite expensive. It turns out you need cash to do anything, including saving the world. Who knew, right?" His innovative fundraising method, quite alien to the realms of morality and common sense, has taken the concept of 'greenwashing' to stellar heights. Now we understand the duality of man's nature, one hand planting a tree while the other dousing the roots with diesel. But fear not dear readers, a government spokesperson has assured us that Sir Bevan’s antics are, at this very moment, being reviewed with all the urgency typically associated with Whitehall. We anticipate his reprimand will be as strongly worded as a tweet by a hipster upset at the disturbed froth art of his cappuccino. Until that time, we propose renaming the role from Green Tsar to Green 'Czar-d'. For it seems in this tragicomedy of environmental politics, it is all about the green – and not the one found in nature.