Mexican Mexicans aren't even the same. You got sing-song ranchero Mexicans up in Pancho Villa land, you got Regio Monterrey Mexicans who make natural Romney Republicans, you got your Tapatio in Guadalajara, your Jarocho in Veracruz who stepped right out of a 1930s movie about dockworkers, you got your Chilango Mexico City crypto-commie Buddy-Holly-glasses-wearing UNAM profesora, you got Yucatecos who are "Mexican" the same way the IRA love Queen Elizabeth, you got throwback almost Mussolini dudes marching down the street a bock away from the Workers' Party, (and since it's Mexico the graphic design is simultaneously retro and stunning), you got Yaquis don't know the Otomis don't know the Nahuatl speakers who amongst themselves have a bunch of dialects that theirs is right and all the others suck, you got Pocho-wannabees staring at their phones and saying weird English stuff like "Thanks God!" or "I must to go!", you got your Frenchies and Spaniards and Lebanese Arabs (called Turcos for clarity) and every nation of East Asia referred to as Chinos. You got your old-school Catholic, your atheist, your Jew, your crypto-Jew, your college kid thanking Tlaloc for rain, your Pentacostal speaking in tongues, and 3 or 4 Mormons. You got blond Mennonites selling cheese in the middle of the intersection speaking the most back-road Spanish you ever heard. The Mennonites, not the cheese.