The Father of our Country said: “I can not tell a lie.” To honor him, this infant nation named our capital Washington. And then it was BS from DC.

Next came the Fibber of our State Sam Albany with the immortal words: “Don’t give up the ship — sell it!”

The only thing lower than a liar is a candidate.

Hot dog Weiner thinks he can cut the mustard? Be chief executive of what we’d have to rename New Dork?

Please.

We’re the roughest toughest smartest richest greatest city on Earth. No matter how much relish Hot Dog Weiner throws on his juicy tweet, he can govern 8 million citizens when he can’t govern himself?

Please.

To be fair, I know the guy has scruples. The fact is, as a kid Antinny had them twice. In those days he had penicillin. In these days — Huma Abedin.

Liars are vile. Disgusting. Repellent. Filthy. And anyone who swears he never told a lie is lying.

About these dodos who creep for office instead of working for a living:

South Carolina’s Mark Sanford? Dumped the governorship when he also dumped his maritalship because he was hiking an Appalachian trail that detoured into South America and onto the Argentinian mattress of — speak of assault and battery — a triple-A Eveready bimbette. Sanford, who doesn’t know what line of work he’s out of, now wants into Congress. His problem is he always wants into something.

John the Haircut Edwards? With a wife dying. With a mistress. With a baby. With a presidential itch, which cannot be scratched just with a gleat big election.

Definition of an honest pol? He’s never been caught. Even if an official in office swears he’s lying, you can’t believe him.

Nixon played potsy with truth. Clinton we know about. Elder Bush’s “Read my lips — no new taxes.” Younger Bush’s weapons of mishmash destruction.

John F. Kennedy, who absolutely did not cheat on his wife. Lyndon Baines Johnson, who absolutely did not cheat on his wife. Eisenhower, who absolutely did not cheat on his wife. And gunning for CIA chief Petraeus the general? His medals were for bedtime battles.

Joe Biden? Claims he attended Syracuse U on full scholarship and graduated top of his class. No. Partial scholarship and graduated 76th amongst 85 students. Even Obama’s mathematicians know that’s not the top of the class.

The White House should be in the candy business. They do fudge great.

Lying began with civilization. Forget Bernie Madoff and, oy, did his tripe increase. Start with Adam and Eve and their snake in the grass. Helen of Troy and the Trojans and the Greeks and the hollow horse and that whole mess. How about Pinocchio, whose nose went longer than Weiner’s?

Ratty Benedict Arnold. Blew off his pal George Washington and turned traitor to help the British. King Henry VIII. Rather than admit he couldn’t make children, did the only intelligent thing — knocked off his wives.

Orson Welles. Simulated news bulletins and alien Martian invaders in “The War of the Worlds.” Jamie Dimon-in-the-rough swearing his bank blowing billions was a tempest-in-a-teapot and now sniveling it was his fault. How about those Enron CEOs who made a Skilling. Hedge funder Raj Rajaratnam, who flunked math and is now in the can. That financier with the $6,000 shower curtain. We’re up to the fed’s current focus on alleged insider trader Steven Cohen.

Let’s talk about the director of the FEMA flop Michael Brown and Dubya praising pal “Brownie,” who didn’t know his assets from a hole in the ground. Forget not Jerry who-me? Sandusky, who forgot a yardful of young boys.

Slide into pro athletes. Lance Armstrong. Discuss the discussions around Michael Phelps. Whisper names like Michael Vicks or Roger Clemens or Darryl Strawberry or dirty words like marijuana, painkillers, steroids, whatevers.

Remember rapper Ol’ Dirty Bastard? Did 90 days in jail? Fought hard to stay out of the slammer so he could keep his good name.

And in Albany, dancing around ethics isn’t a last resort. It’s first aid. One public official got offers from four publishers. They want the fiction rights to his expense account.

Everybody slides around the truth a little:

There’s no lie-detector test in a doctor’s office. Some crone asks how she looks, and we answer: “Lovely.” Résumés get adjusted. Salaries exaggerated. Hair tints overlooked since everyone knows natural blondes are mostly smart brunettes.

We fake age, weight, how much we made in the market, how little we lost in investment. With Vegas crap tables what’s subsequently said could’ve been written by “Toy Story’s” creator.

And sexuality? Tempus fidgets. The more you lie, the less you’re getting. We are not talking size. This is not 20-ounce sodas. The only truth is that whoever says they make love all the time is similar to an infant’s diaper. Full of it.

Anybody who would say they never lie would lie about anything.