A doubtful colonial vision gathered souls for the Roman religion this crass syncretism gave birth to a schism when Truth had a head-on collision
Irony of ironies: the so-called Virgencita of Coatl-Ilupe/Tonantzin presides over a nation of pregnant teenagers and tattooed criminal clowns in candy-flake hot-rods. She is well pleased, it would appear, with her beloved protectorate of narco-assassins and political corruption. She has, after all, clothed herself in the colors of the flag, this Aztec opportunist, this hack piece of Moorish religious art, this amateur Marian doodle on a piece of colonial burlap.