Just when you think you can’t be any more repulsed by the unsavory characters whose fealty to Hillary Clinton knows no bounds, along came Donna Brazile, a fixture on CNN’s so-called panel of political experts, caught providing Clinton copies of questions she’d be asked at a debate and a town hall event.

But that wasn’t what made Brazile so beneath contempt here.

It was her response to Fox TV’s Megyn Kelly when the latter probed her indiscretion. “Megyn,” she interrupted, cutting Kelly off in mid-sentence, “you know as a Christian woman I understand persecution.”

In masquerading as a martyr, casting herself as a victim, Brazile revealed how shallow she is.

She wasn’t canned by CNN for being a Christian or being a woman; she was dumped, and properly so, for behavior that was disgraceful.

There’s no record, by the way, of Clinton rejecting that clandestine assistance, much less blowing the whistle on it.

Being known by the company we keep is an increasingly disturbing thought as Tuesday’s election draws near. If this is how Clinton’s crowd conducts itself in a campaign, how do you suppose it’ll behave if it’s given the keys to the White House?

Ask yourself, is there an admirable one in the bunch?

When he closed the books on “Watergate,” Gerald Ford declared, “Our long national nightmare is over.”

We wanted so much to believe he was right, which is somewhat akin to what we’re feeling today.

This brutal campaign has produced a long national malaise, and what’s most troubling as we near the finish line is that it may not be over even when the votes are tallied on Tuesday.

Each new revelation of scandalous behavior strongly suggests subpoenas, hearings and convictions may be in Clinton’s future, which is our future, too. Whether or not she prevails on Tuesday, it’s hard to imagine a majority of voters still willing to make her the face of America.

What a lousy feeling this is.

Where’s that “Audacity of Hope,” to borrow a line our current commander in chief employed when he was running for the office?

Remember when we were an optimistic people, whichever party lived on Pennsylvania Avenue? That’s how we were; it was in our DNA.

Remember “Happy Days Are Here Again” when JFK edged Richard Nixon in a hard-fought race that, compared to the mud wrestling we have just witnessed, now looks like a pillow fight?

No one’s doing much singing this morning.

We’d just like to get back to the America we knew.

It’s something to think about when we get to the polls.