A few good chemical engineers.

Son, we live in a world that has chemicals, and those chemicals have to be stored in un-inspected, leaky tanks. Who's gonna do it? You? The EPA? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Charleston, WV, and you curse the corporations. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Charleston, WV's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that tank, you need me on that tank. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending capitalism. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very products that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you start a company, and show me how to store chemicals. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.