All our troubles seemed so far away.  

But we were fooling ourselves.  WWIII seems to have begun last year and we’re just dealing with the details  All we don’t know is “what rough beast, its hour come round at last, is slouching toward Bethlehem to be born?”  

That’s why Yeats was drawn to fascism for a period, to control  that “rough beast.”

We just have to make sure that the controls are not self-destructive.