I have spent the better part of two years warning repeatedly about the holdover problem at the National Security Council. The problem isn’t in the rearview mirror yet, but the replacement of H.R. McMaster was a major fix. So much so that Politico did this whiny profile. It’s a fairly typical Trump hit piece pitting anonymous professional bureaucrats and political appointees against mean Trumpians who take non-partisan positions that all somehow lean to the Left.

And there’s also a lot of crying.

The day after Donald Trump was elected president of the United States, White House national security adviser Susan Rice gathered her staff for a pep talk.

About a third of the room was crying

We tried to pull off our own Watergate and it didn’t work . Time for some sobbing.

at least one career staffer would cry on the way home from work every night

So many tears.

“I’ll never forget the morning I fell apart,” one former staffer said. “I was reading a New York Times article about a refugee named Mustafa. … I just lost it. I was bawling. A few days later, I confessed I’d given a bunch of money to some refugee agency. And everyone around me said, ‘I did, too!’ We just wondered how many thousands of dollars had come from the NSC staff.” The former staffer continued, head shaking in wonder: “These [executive orders] were, like, written in crayon, like The Heritage Foundation intern just came up with them. They just weren’t very good. … It wasn’t just bad policy. It was bad policy poorly executed. I could have done it better.”

Uh-huh.

The guys crying because Muslim terrorists couldn’t come to America could have done it better.

But there are more tears.

It was also emotionally exhausting, even by the standards of people who’ve worked in war zones and tried to stop genocides. Under Flynn, one NSC staffer at the time recalls sobbing on the way home every night. Others took up yoga or cooking.

Anyone who takes up yoga and crying to deal with NSC stress doesn’t belong in the national security field.

One ex-staffer recalled listening to “How Far I’ll Go,” a song from the animated film “Moana.”

“I remember being in my office, with whisky, and crying when hearing this song,” he said.

He said.

This is just pathetic.

Truly the term crybullies perfectly encapsulates the social justice mob. They bully, and then they cry.