Vicente Fox Quesada leaps from the stage at Papantla, in the Mexican state of Veracruz, wiping beads of sweat off his mustache with a bandanna he keeps stuffed in the back pocket of his jeans. Suddenly, he's mobbed like a Mexican rock star, one of those angry norteno balladeers who wail about shame and betrayal. At 6 ft. 5 in. in his cowboy boots, Fox, the presidential candidate of the conservative National Action Party (P.A.N.), towers above everybody, even his bodyguards. He moves toward a blue Suburban, through a press of sweating, grinning fans shouting, "Vi-cen-te, Vi-cen-te!" He clasps hands with...
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