Winfrey in 2020? The left will drink to that

again. They’ve been out in the cold so long, desperate to belong, and now they have their champion.

Donald Trump became president by bashing down the establishment gates. But the Democratic Media Complex, which at its core is establishmentarian, loathed him for it.

Trump threatened their seats at the banquet, their position as guardians of empire, but Oprah?

Oprah is their moveable feast. And they will open the gates wide for her.

The Democratic Party was once about ideas, about sound economic policy (even tax cuts) and anti-communism and the working man.

But conservative Democrats have been purged. The party now relies less on policy than on feelings and emotion. And all of it is set upon the party foundation of racial and gender identity politics.

Oprah is African-American. She’s a woman. She was raised a poor girl in Milwaukee, and she made her own way and spent decades telling Americans about their feelings and emotions and made billions of dollars.

So who would take her down? Who would dare mock her? Bernie Sanders, Liz Warren and even creepy touchy-feely former Vice President Joe Biden wouldn’t dare.

And Kirsten Gillibrand, for whom Al Franken was subjected to ritual sacrifice on the altar of her presidential ambitions? No way, Kirsten. Too bad, Al. Andrew Cuomo? He can cry. So to help soothe their sad feelings, I’ve come up with a new cocktail in honor of Oprah’s ascendancy.

You can call it Cuomo Tears on the Rocks or Kirsten’s Sobs, Sanders Shrieks, Warren’s War Cry on Ice or Biden’s Fingertips on Your Wife’s Neck.

Or a Chilly Gillibrand with a Franken Swizzle.

It is a drink of equal parts bitters and broken dreams, shaken, not stirred.

They’ll smile and gulp it down and announce it’s the tastiest thing they’ve ever tried, if Oprah serves it to them. And they’ll say:

“Please, Oprah, may I have another?”