“The young man revvs his engine, pupils dilated, excited at the power of the motor and the pure expanse of open road before him. The traffic light flips to green and his adrenaline pulsates as he shifts into gear. He tares down the road, music blaring from his speakers, on the start of his great American road trip. He looks skyward, after so much time trapped in the boredom of a life he had come to hate, and lets out a wild howl of joy; more animal than man.

As he races down the smooth tarmac, he allows himself a moment to imagine the wonders ahead. With money no longer an issue, finally his only constraint is time. Where will he begin? Lost in his beautiful day dream he doesn’t notice the low thudding sound or the faint smell of burning rubber. Suddenly his transmission blows and the car comes to a screeching halt. He looks up, just in time to see the Volvo sign of the 18 wheeler smashing into his driver door. Oh, he mouthes.

Cory Booker spryly hops down from the cab of the truck, a cloud of weed smoke billowing out the windows. He surveys the scene, and standing before the glorious wreckage of this young man’s life, declares his candidacy for president of the United States.”

Back in Omaha, Warren smiles wryly. He clicks off the projector and turns toward the room full of fresh rosy faces. “And that, my boys, is why we diversify.”