No matter how cunning they may have been in the past, the enemy would never set up public figures as "rebels," and would never be so clever as to permit those rebels to say some truthful, beneficial things along with some false, harmful things.
And even if the enemy were that clever, it would never possibly be so clever as to create a well-publicized outcry against one of those phony rebels in order to make that rebel's message seem more appealing.
If such a thing were to happen, one of the ways you could tell the fakes apart were that they would rise to sudden prominence on the internet by a cross-linking network of websites that cited to and referenced one another. These phonies would have swiftly obtained broad dissemination of their articles and published works, and would have swiftly put together professional-looking websites with robust comments sections. In conjunction with their rise, you would see that the "opposition" to these "rebels" would have boosted the rebels' ratings by frequently and loudly expressing outrage at them--thereby driving indignant or interested traffic to their message--and, in turn, the rebels would frequently mock and defame the establishment, thereby driving indignant or interested traffic to that message.
So, Vic Valentino and Rowdy LaRouche would build up the drama behind the scenes for years, calling each other names, committing indiscretions, getting caught committing indiscretions, calling out one another's indiscretions in public, and stirring up fervor in the audience, who would then believe that one of the fighters was good, one was bad, and more importantly, that the fight was real. And in the meantime, the tickets were $80 and you were spending time hating all of the Valentino fans for being such assholes, while they were spending time hating the LaRouche fans for being such assholes, and no one was building families or societies, which was the WFE/WCG's plan all along.
Enjoy fifth-stage radical feminism, a.k.a. first-stage patriarchy reboot, folks. And I can't believe this, but JERRY THE KING LAWLER IS ACTUALLY GETTING A FOLDING CHAIR FROM THE AUDIENCE WHILE THE REFEREE'S BACK IS TURNED AND OH MY GOD UNBELIEVABLE HE'S HITTING THE REFEREE AND THE REFEREE IS DOWN AND NOW HE'S TAKING THE CHAIR TO KAUFMAN AND I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN THE HISTORY OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING FOLKS SIMPLY UNBELIEVABLE!
Really, though, that's an insult to good-natured kayfabe, when the desired end-result of the neomasculinist blog wars is not merely cheap entertainment, but another century of crumbling cities, parentless children, and animatronic waifus with three customizable orifices each.