It’s getting harder to make Nevada rancher Cliven Bundy into a “hero.”

Thankfully, I was always skeptical of the hysteria surrounding this story. Since I like to think for myself, and don’t need to be led around by the nose by people who have a vested interest in lying to me, I looked objectively at this story and quickly got to the truth.

Cliven Bundy is no different from the separatists who deny the existence of the federal government and want to establish their own “sovereign” nation on American lands. They rail against “government” while demanding subsidies for their industry and gleefully cash their Social Security checks.

Give me a break.

The latest, and possibly final, hole Mr. Bundy dug came as he waxed poetically about “The Negro” and wondered why more of us don’t focus on all the GOOD things American slavery did.

His words, unedited.

“I want to tell you one more thing I know about the Negro,” he said. Mr. Bundy recalled driving past a public-housing project in North Las Vegas, “and in front of that government house the door was usually open and the older people and the kids — and there is always at least a half a dozen people sitting on the porch — they didn’t have nothing to do. They didn’t have nothing for their kids to do. They didn’t have nothing for their young girls to do.

“And because they were basically on government subsidy, so now what do they do?” he asked. “They abort their young children, they put their young men in jail, because they never learned how to pick cotton. And I’ve often wondered, are they better off as slaves, picking cotton and having a family life and doing things, or are they better off under government subsidy? They didn’t get no more freedom. They got less freedom.”

Game. Set. Match.