Mexico has a new president. Good luck. Symbolism is where you find it:
Random captions on my disparate scratchboard studies: Mexicali, on the Mexican side of the border, has a whole bunch of Chinese restaurants and everything on the menus is in Spanish. The Chinese who run these five restaurants in a row supposedly were escaping the Chinese Exclusion Act and fled across the border to set up shop; In the days of Zapata, muchos hombres wore crossed bandoliers as a matter of daily dress; The Supremo Latina Mamacita—J-Lo—shows some cleavage; the Tarahumara runners are unbeatable if you give them a beer; the Virgin de Maria-Millennial is a bit of a whiner; and, finally, the law is far, but the fist is near.
Note to self: no matter how disparate the imagery when you randomly line up the scratchboards, it all starts to take on a story of its own.
Your Mother Is The Mother of All Mexican Swearing
Many oaths have a mother attached, and, not just any mother, but, ideally, your Mother:
• "Me cago en tu pata madre!" (I poop on your bitch of a mother.)
There are others but they are too profane for this forum.
The Wild, Wild El Norte
We tend to think of the Wild West ending about the turn of the Twentieth Century, but the lawlessness below the border has really never abated.