This is the last chance for someone to stop “Clinton Inc.”

Next week, by most projections, Americans will not merely reopen the can of worms that is the Clinton family crime syndicate, we’ll dump the whole squirming, icky mess smack dab in the middle of the breakfast table.

Here’s what history, stretching back to the 1980s and Little Rock, Ark., has taught us:

Attaching yourself to the Clintons, whether as a member of the payroll or merely as someone who sticks a campaign sign in the front yard, means committing yourself to defending the indefensible.

From Whitewater, lost billing records and cattle futures through the White House travel office, Charlie Trie and renting the Lincoln bedroom straight through to the private email server and, probably connected, the shady operation of the Clinton Foundation cash-churning slush fund, Bill and Hill’s gray-area shenanigans always have relied on shrewd and shameless sycophants to keep them out of the septic tank.

And always, always lurking, remember, the systematic wrecking of women, by the fighter for families and women’s champion, who strayed into the Big Dog’s territory.

This cycle, even knowing what they knew, Democrats high and low plowed the field for her. From the president who said she did nothing wrong even as the FBI was conducting its investigation; to the popular, affable vice president who seems an Eagle Scout by comparison stepping aside; to the Democratic National Committee chair who rigged the primaries; to occasional Clinton operative and then-CNN employee Donna Brazile who fed her questions before her network’s town-hall debate; to the U.S. attorney general, who met privately in her jet with the spouse of an FBI target; to the fretful, compromising chief of her campaign; to the countless underlings whose hacked emails reveal grave doubts about their candidate’s suitability for office; to Democratic superdelegates who never wavered in their support for her coronation; to the 17-odd million who voted for her in the primaries; to the media acolytes who assumed full hackiness on her behalf — this is who all of them wanted representing the party of Jefferson, Jackson, FDR, Truman and JFK.

The slime is on all of them. Every. Last. One.

Everyone in Herself’s orbit acted obediently and with grave purpose. And when, in July, a month after they’d pushed her across the line to secure the delegates necessary for the party’s nomination, they were gleeful and full of praise when FBI Director Jim Comey purposely fired errantly and publicly at the apparent conclusion of an investigation that, subsequent documents released by the FBI revealed, was plainly designed to produce a predestined outcome.

Now they are excoriating summertime’s tower of integrity as some sort of latter-day Ken Starr, only without the alleged prurient fixation. All because Comey did what he said he would do: alert Congress if something new came to the Bureau’s attention.

And come it did, in the laptop the FBI secured from the cretinous Anthony Weiner, in the agency’s probe of his alleged sexting with a 15-year-old North Carolina girl. Six-hundred-and-fifty-thousand somethings: emails that includes correspondence that passed through Hillary’s illicit server to Huma Abedin, his estranged wife and Hillary’s longtime aide/shadow.

It’s not Comey’s fault new material came to light, nor is the timing his fault. If he was the dutiful career civil servant in July, he is no less so now.

No, this all traces to HRC’s decision to go with a rogue email server in the basement of her Chappaqua mansion … and, most likely, to avoid scrutiny of her dubious practices, including the untoward mixing of State Department and Clinton Foundation business.

Convenience? Nonsense. Clinton confidant James Carville said it himself when the news broke. She didn’t want anybody like Texas Congressman Louie Gohmert poking around in her stuff, and he couldn’t blame her.

OK, so she apologized. She called it a mistake and said it’s not something she’d do again. (Right. Next time she wouldn’t get caught.) But even as she was moving toward that tepid mea culpa, it’s reasonable to infer plans were already well under way to destroy whatever prickly evidence the device contained.

As we learned from a recent WikiLeaks tranche, on March 2, 2015 — the date the New York Times broke the private-server scoop — campaign chief John Podesta and chief Clinton lieutenant Cheryl Mills began swapping emails about “dump[ing] those emails” and “we’ve got to clean this up.”

Hillary’s defense? “There is no case here,” which is the new “No controlling legal authority,” dreamed up by Bill Clinton’s vice president, Al Gore, when he telephoned for contributions from the White House back in the anything-goes 1990s. Everybody doing the Clintons’ duty gets tarnished. Everybody.

Back to today, HRC’s dodge doesn’t mean she didn’t act criminally — which is what her enablers would like us to believe —but means, instead, “We buried the goods where you’ll never find them, flatfoot.”

True enough. The Clintons have dodged more bullets than Neo in “The Matrix.” The question, here in the swing state of Florida, on the pivotal Interstate 4, is simple.

Do we really want even four more years of that?