Who Needs Green When it's Red, White and Blue?

Pessimists, nay-sayers and citizens of nowhere are making predictable grumbling noises over the prospects for environmental progress once the Recrudescent Imperium's independence from the ghastly Euro-wogs is finally finalised. Reassurances from the dead-eyed warden, to say nothing of endless chirrups of rah-rah from the jabbering homunculus Michael Gove, have not been enough to silence those malcontents who seem to think that a department's ability to take on vast amounts of complicated new work may possibly be compromised by its budget and staff being repeatedly cut to ribbons. The fact that the department in question is run by the very same Michael Gove somehow provides only limited reassurance. Indeed, so far has the moral rot spread that one of the malcontents is a Conservative MEP, who presumably gets out a bit more than her colleagues in the Imperial Brexit-bunker at Westminster, and has thus had the party whip withdrawn for not being sufficiently on board the David Davis Tin-Pot Express to the sunlit uplands.