This seems fitting in these times. From the movie the Grapes of Wrath "Well who do I shoot?"

The Script to the Grapes of Wrath

THE MAN
                              (irritably)
                         I can't help that. All I know is I
                         got my orders. They told me to tell
                         you you got to get off, and that's
                         what I'm telling you.

               Muley stands in anger. The two younger men pattern after
               him.

                                     MULEY
                         You mean get off my own land?

                                     THE MAN
                         Now don't go blaming me. It ain't
                         *my* fault.

                                     SON
                         Whose fault is it?

                                     THE MAN
                         You know who owns the land--the
                         Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.

                                     MULEY
                         Who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle
                         Comp'ny?

                                     THE MAN
                         It ain't nobody. It's a company.

                                     SON
                         They got a pres'dent, ain't they?
                         They got somebody that knows what a
                         shotgun's for, ain't they?

                                     THE MAN
                         But it ain't *his* fault, because
                         the *bank* tells him what to do.

                                     SON
                              (angrily)
                         All right. Where's the bank?

                                     THE MAN
                              (fretfully)
                         Tulsa. But what's the use of picking
                         on him? He ain't anything but the
                         manager, and half crazy hisself,
                         trying to keep up with his orders
                         from the east!

                                     MULEY
                              (bewildered)
                         Then who *do* we shoot?

                                     THE MAN
                              (stepping on the
                              starter)
                         Brother, I don't know. If I did I'd
                         tell you. But I just don't know
                         *who's* to blame!