Another version: "I'm a socialist control freak and until you ride the bus, buy a 'smegway' or 'conform to my views now, dammit!' I'm going to whine until what I want is mine."
Another version: "I'm so freakin' clueless that I forget that the plastic in my car caused the same 'environmental impact' as the plastic in the 'gas guzzling' SUV, or since I'm still driving my own 'shiny metal box' the roads will have to be maintained and improved at the expense of the 'ecosystem', or that if I actually had any conviction at all I would get a horse (NOT!) or a bicycle.
And then, when I have you under control in the apartment block in the city, I'll just drive the Suburban out to my Dacha in the country to enjoy the fresh air. One needs to unwind after doing it to...er,uh...doing the people's work. The Dacha used to belong to a retired auto worker that saved all his life for it, but why does he need such a large place anyway?