"As the Dragon finished eating the family in a little home, it belched and turned to the angry crowd surrounding it with torches and pitch forks. It belched again, spit out a shoe and said.
"It's not my fault! I am not bad. Yes, I made a mistake eating this family, but they were poor and suffering, really you could say I did them a favor! After all I am powerful and your enemies will fear me, you need me, so you can consider this little problem of mine to be tolerable for all the services I provide."

The obese dragon passed gas, so wretched it killed several of the villagers.
"Oh!" he said, noticing the villagers getting angry
"They were too close to me, it's not my fault. They know I am a dragon and I have a problem I am working on. Just be patient with me."

Most of the villagers agreed, it was their neighbors fault and the dragon was not that bad.
The other villagers left the dragon, made stronger homes, self sufficient community groups, and educated themselves.

After a time the rest of the villagers were eaten or died from poisons excreted by the dragon.

The organized villagers were careful to let the Dragon, no matter how much it roared, boasted and threatened, to slowly starve to death.

No matter how the Corporate Dragon roars, just don't buy it; it'll starve to death. And as the Dragon dies, the parasites that live in and on it will scurry franticly around for another Dragon to inhabit. Let the dragon slayers follow the parasites and let the dragons only be the stuff of stories told to the young.