Honestly: my first thought is to figure out how to make your point without mentioning either.
I know I'm not there default Internet denizen, but personally I'm absolutely sick of seeing their names and taking about them, because so much of it is ineffectual rage bait. It misses the plot.
I don't need to hear more about their personal failings. I know what kind of people they are. What I need to to know about are their victims and their challengers: the people who need protected and the people finding success protecting them.
Based on my experience, Reddit isn't limiting their names. Every visit is a deluge. I have to wonder if your posts are just failing to grab attention in New for the usual reasons. If so, using silly 'He-who-must-not-be-named' euphamisims probably won't help.
My advice is to focus less on them than on the people and things we must focus on to parry their attacks and transfer their power to servants of public will with integrity.
My grandparents told me stories of how they'd have regular times and places. My grandpa told me stories of meeting up with his boys on Saturday mornings at the synagogue, and then going out and about. They'd sometimes park cars for folks, and sometimes take them on unauthorized joy rides. Occasionally folks would borrow a car that no one asked them to park, since apparently I guess folks left keys in cars regularly.
This was in Pittsburgh, and from what I gather captures the experience of the life of a Jewish teenager in the twenties and thirties pretty well.
There was a lot of hanging out on street corners and stoops, and just looking for friends at their regular candy shop/soda joint/pool hall, etc.
It sounds fuckin' wild, tbh. My grandma says she'd take the bus across town in high school to meet up with her boyfriend and I was like, 'Was that at all seen as daring or risky? For a young unaccompanied woman to be out like that?' Apparently not. Folks could really hang.
I don't know how this relates outside of specific cultures, though. Reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X gave me the sense that a lot of experiences were different depending on race, but just rolling up to your friends' houses, places of work, or regular hangout spots seems to have been pretty universal.
Btw, PSA: Grandparents are a treasure. If you have any, call them today and ask them what they liked to do on a Saturday when they were 17. It was probably pretty dope.