I looked down into the Anaconda Copper Mine in Butte in the late 70's. Butte was rundown and boarded up, the trees had been stripped, leaving bare hill for miles around Butte. The local organic gardening contingent was so lonely that they plied us with job offers and places to stay. We were tempted by thought of creating islands of paradise in the devastation, but the 365 day per year chance of frost was too much for us.
Looking down into the mine site, after witnessing miles and miles of the surrounding devastation, I cursed the ones responsible for this hell on earth. This is before I realized that my hate and anger only made things worse.
I simply couldn't comprehend the bottomless depths of such greed. Alongside the endlessly intertwined web of life, beauty and joy, there is a vast interconnected web of greed and destruction, as exemplified by the copper connection in Howard's video. Fluoridation and the Environment (medium resolution)+joe breskin
Your story of taking a pee break reminds me of a depression era song that was Ry Cooder performed about how the Mortgage worked the hardest of all. Ry Cooder - Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All