David Brooks has some kind of long-term goal, to be the Public Intellectual on the subject of morality. He sneaks it into all his columns. He is a very good writer, but as an aspiring pundit he falls into his own honey-trap.
The trumpery offered to voters was, of course, gold-plated feces, but emotion trumps intellect every time. Even I cheered for the invasion of Iraq; at that point killing a bunch of Arabs seemed like a good thing, even though I knew damn well it wasn’t.