Moments like that may not stop a war, or end a career, but they have a way or raising awareness in those of the mindset to be open to it. That's called planting seeds, and I wouldn't be here typing this had it not been for someone else's planted seed years ago. Nothing goes to waste.
"Resorting to" almost makes it sound dirty. Oooooh, you had to go back 25 years to make a point? Maybe that's how far back we have to go to remind ourselves of what an anti war movement looks like.
That's not the point. The point is do you want to educate yourself on what's really going on concerning any given aspect or reality, or just succumb to "The Narrative" like a good little worker bee? Life certainly is easier with the latter.
Now so far as research being compared to fucking, sometimes fucking bears results. Together, you bring something new into this world. But even if it's all for naught I'll take the road of "Winston Smith", the little weed that managed to heroically grow through a crack in the sidewalk before being stepped on, over succumbing to being satisfied with Big Brother's daily "Two Minutes of Hate" sessions.
That's a fate worse than hell in my book. A failed life. And maybe, just maybe, that's what it's all about in the end. "Were you able to find your way out of 'Plato's Cave' before the lights went out?"