Doing the right thing

Once upon a time a small company tried to do the right thing by taking care of everyone else's garbage and disposing of it in the most humane way possible.
People liked that and the company grew.
Eventually it grew big enough and popular enough for the bigger dirtier folks to sit up and take notice.
Would they follow suit?
No! Of course not! They would buy it and pull off all its little wings and legs so it couldn't even make a buzzing sound any longer.
Recycling has all been sold, incinerators have been rewarded, and those of us left turning former landfill sites into wildlife sanctuaries are tolerated simply because a buyer hasn't yet been found and there's such an enormous environmental liability that goes along with landfill that it's illegal to walk away from it and leave it to rot.

A month or two ago, all the staff on the incinerator side of the business received approximately £1,000 each in their pay packet to reward them for the profits made by burning resources.
Today, everyone on my side of the business received this feely-touchy right-on hamper delivered to them at home.

My inner Pollyanna tells me that their personality research is on point.
The rest of me knows they are manipulative Clangers.