I thought of a way to make Liberty Legions and cooperate stooges even more despicable than they all ready are. I bet that most of them only got their jobs through bribery and connections. The former may compose of people who never even fought any wars.
Imagine being a war veteran who has fought against America's enemies, and you try to take a stand against such abuses. I bet the Legions may berate you and attack you, and the corporate stooges may screw you, and both launch a campaign to label you "a pro-Soviet traitor". If you fought in Korea or Vietnam, that accusation would turn your face red. But imagine being a World War II veterans, seeing fascism come alive in America:
In fact, I might write out one such scene from my in-universe movie that reflect such TTL incidents.
Excerpt from "Screenplay of The Commune"
(Police Chief Richard Shellworth meets with a corporate lawyer named DaVento in his office. DaVento is sitting in front of his desk with a calm but condescending expression, wearing a luxurious business suit. Standing behind him is a Liberty Legion officer named Tim. His face is that of a hungry but joyful lion looking for blood)
RICHARD SHELLWORTH: How can I help you, sir.
DAVENTO: Well, a, Mr. Shellworth. I filed a report about 3 weeks ago on the Ark Foods Cooperative.
RICHARD: (slightly annoyed at his title being forgotten): That's officer to you!
DAVENTO: (frowns but smiles again): Sorry, Officer.
RICHARD: Yes, I happen to (pause) catch that report.
DAVENTO: And?
RICHARD: Well, sir that report I received was the most lunatic thing that ever crossed my desk in my 27 years in law enforcement. And I received UFO reports once or twice. (He pulls out the report, and puts on glasses to read) 'The Ark Commune pursues a commie-left wing agenda through its illicit commercial activities and licentious practices'. (Takes glasses off). These people make beer and cheese, not protest songs and commie propaganda. (Forces a chuckle)
TIM: (screaming) These people are- (Tim stops when DAVENTO raises his hand).
DAVENTO: Sir, surely you can read between the lines, and understand what values these people are threatening.
RICHARD: Yes, indeed sir, I have read between the lines. (DaVento and Tim smile). When you mentioned your name twice, I decided to do my own digging. (pulls out a document) 'Mr. Tommy DaVento. Partner of DaVento and Barnes, a law firm found in St. Louis. (DaVento frowns) You represent some of the biggest brewing companies in America'. Seems like there is a bit of a conflict of interest there. Sounds like you just want to knock off some competition. (pulls out a bottle of Ark Brew, to the chagrin of DaVento). Why not make a better beer? Isn't that what free markets allow you to do?
DAVENTO: Sir, are you aware that Roth dodged the draft. He ignored his country when it called.
RICHARD: Oh really, sir? You find that aggravating? Where are your stripes? (DaVento fliches). I was annoyed when I found out Roth dodged the draft. But he paid his debt to society, and now he makes beer.
DAVENTO (nervously): Officer, this beer was made through collective exploitation. To allow it to be made in an unnatural-
RICHARD: Unnatural is forcing a man to work 12 hours a day, like what you people do! That barely leaves a man time to sleep, let alone care for his children. I don't care for Roth, but when I see the people who work for him, they smile when they leave from AND go to work. Why should be unnatural to love where you work?
(pause)
DAVENTO (serious): You and Tim will go tomorrow and arrest Roth, and put an end to this commie enterprise.
RICHARD (stonefaced): Is that a suggestion, or a request?
TIM (storming up to the desk): It is a demand! By law, the Legions must shut down this enterprise.
RICHARD: Under what law?
TIM: The law that states (reading a document) "any enterprise which is suspected to infringe upon freedom and the free market can be shut down at the request of any business leader who properly suspects it. And this...commune has "anti-freedom" written all over it. (hands the document over to Richard, who reads it. He looks up.)
RICHARD (growling, glaring at Tim): Listen boy, don't you dare lecture me on freedom. Before you were born, I fought in Dragoon under General Devers. I fought the madmen in Germany. I know what freedom is, and what it isn't. This bullshit your spewing is NOT freedom.
(Tears up the document, enraging Tim, who storms up to the table, and knocks of the beer bottle off of it. He grabs Richard by his collar).
TIM (with a demented grin): I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP, YOU OLD BAS-
(lets go when Davento puts his hand on Tim's neck)
DAVENTO: Understand sir, that what I do is a patriotic act. That's why I asked Tim to let you go. Because I believe you'll see true freedom. (rising from his chair). Hopefully by this afternoon, when the rest of the Legions arrive, you can convince Mr. Roth to turn himself in.
RICHARD: (breathing heavily): And if I don't?
DAVENTO (shrugging his shoulders): Then you're too far gone without further medical treatment, and will most likely be sent to a mental health center to treat your nervous breakdown. (Turns around but then turns back). And while your gone, your wife will most likely seek help to deal with the stress of an unpatriotic husband, without a legal guardian, your grandchildren will be sent to a... reform school for the rest of their childhoods.
(Davento and Tim leave a pale, shaken and furious Richard).