Just fine them for transgressions. But like, seriously fine them. VW is worth ~350 billion Euro, had 200 billion Euro of revenue and 10 billion Euro of profits (2014 data). Fine them those 10 billion EUR. And if they squeal, fine them 20 more. That's more than enough to erase all the damage they did, account for unfair market advantage and do some serious progress on environmental issues.

If it doesn't hurt, they won't learn.

Disband all corporations > 1000 people.

This won't be popular, but since I could drive (15 1/2), what has bothered me about the auto industry is the average customer.

I have never got my head around people who buy these vechicles filled with gadgets, and expect these gadgets to last for more than a few seasons. (I know this is offtopic, and the discussion is about emmissions and cheaters, but if customers realized just how hard it is to get these sporty vechicles to run terrific at all times right--while being essentially choked by a plethora of smog devices. Well they might not be so picky.)

I've sold cars. I've worked as a mechanic. I'm not going to spout off a lot of advice, but there's some things I feel should be said:

1. If buying used, forget about that "I need to bring my mechanic by, before I buy." That's used car lot advice. Not private sale advice. Bring cash if you wanted good deal. The better cars evaporate pretty quick.

2. Forget about all the gadgets. Roll up your own windows. A good heater on a used car is nothing more than an engine that's running hot, or the thermostat is missing or stuck. Look for vechicles that are built well. A used Toyota is a safe bet.

3. Early on learn a little about auto mechanics. Over a lifetime, you will be suprised how much you save. With today's three propriariary, computer cars--well it's more difficult, but then again, you have the Internet.

4. When buying a vechicle research the drivetrain, and engine. Is the drivetrain time tested? Is the engine reliable?

5. Forget about color, sear heaters, all the gadgets. They just Break down. My father's quote on electric Windows, "The day I can't roll down my own windows--take me out of my misery." My father was old school though. He always had an older vechicle, with enough modifications to outrun the State police--if needed. A Mickey's beer between his leg, and a lit Carleton in his lips. Car security was a kill switch running between the secondary wire on the distributer, and a switch in the cab, and a claw hammer behind the seat. Times were definetly different back then.