One sapling, one private jet. The math checks out if you skip the math.
He drove to the tarmac, put on gloves, and planted a tree that will take forty years to absorb what the jet behind him burns in a single flight. The photo goes straight into the annual report under “environmental stewardship.” The sapling will be dead by the next shareholder meeting because nobody budgeted for watering it. The offset certificate is framed on the wall next to the boarding pass for Davos, and the planet moved zero degrees in either direction. Planting one tree next to a jet is like bringing a sponge to a flood and calling yourself the fire department.