Hillary Rodham Clinton, Class of ’69, returned to Wellesley College yesterday and told the new graduates with a straight face, “You are graduating at a time when there is a full-fledged assault on truth and reason.”

Folks, you can’t make this stuff up. Hillary Clinton, lecturing the youth of America about the dangers of lying, and pointing the finger … at somebody else.

She accused President Trump of proposing a budget that was a “lie. Let’s call it what it is. It’s a con.”

Like, say, the Clinton Foundation?

“They don’t even try to hide it. Why does all this matter? It matters because if our leaders lie about the problems we face, we’ll never solve them.”

Where to begin?

This is the same woman who claimed that she was under sniper fire in Tuzla, that she was named after Sir Edmund Hillary (five years before anyone ever heard of him), who said all four of her grandparents were immigrants (it was one), who claimed she was “dead broke” when she left the White House.

This is the woman who said she’d never endorsed the Trans-Pacific Partnership, who tried to enlist in the Marines in ’75, who swore her server wasn’t hacked and she was never subpoenaed (Trey Gowdy called her out on that one), who compared herself to Honest Abe Lincoln, who said Chelsea Clinton was downtown on 9/11 …

“When people in power invent their own facts,” said the world-class fact-inventor, “and attack those who question them, it can mark the beginning of the end of a free society.”

She just can’t help herself. I’m not sure she even knows the difference between what she says and the truth. But if you’re going to pitch a hall full of gullible grads on your veracity, does it not behoove you to, well, put a lid on the whoppers at least for a few moments?

But right out of the box, it was back to the campaign trail. Hillary coughed up a lung, a hack hacking.

“I’ve got to get a lozenge,” she wheezed. “So we’ll blame allergy instead of emotion.”

Allergy? Hey Hillary, it’s been raining here for days, make that months. The pollen count is lower than your favorability ratings.

So then she mentions what the Wellesley campus mood was way back when in the spring of ’69. Richard Nixon was the new president.

“We were furious about the past presidential election of a man whose presidency would eventually end in disgrace with his impeachment for obstruction of justice.”

Another lie. Nixon resigned, admittedly in disgrace, but he wasn’t impeached. Hillary, it was your husband who was impeached for obstruction of justice and whose presidency ended in disgrace. The fact that the crowd exploded in rapturous applause as she, uh, rewrote history, tells you a lot about the kind of education they’re getting at Wellesley College these days.

“I can’t think of any place I’d rather be this year than right here.”

Stop this woman before she lies again!

“I won’t lie.” There’s another one. “Chardonnay helped a little.”

Okay, I’ll give her that one, but she just put that out there because every once in a while, you have to say something that’s sort of true, a change-up you might say.

At least Hillary was able to remain vertical for the rest of her address. She didn’t keel over with a coughing fit. Afterwards, there were a lot of theories about what caused this latest breakdown. Personally I think she was choking on her own … full-fledged assault on truth and reason.