Sitting in buildings of marble and glass peering at a farmer trying to plant a seed. From ivory towers and the seats of power, they strain and twist their brows. Looking over the farmers shoulder should he put too many seed in a row. With law degrees from prestigious universities, they bark orders and spit out edicts as though we were peasants. With no one to check their power, they lock up honest citizens and throw away the key, for daring to pick up a lost Eagles feather. In their world they pose as God raining down edicts and fiery sermons on how the average person should live, all the while demanding blind obedience under pain of over bearing regulation that can bankrupt even the richest of men. While all the time they are yet human and when one of the elites should stumble and make a mistake, there is no accountability no matter the damage that is done or the lives that are ruined, while rivers run yellow with waste. They toast themselves as being concerned and all knowing. They are the EPA.