Maggie's Farm

It all started back when the very first "guy we share our food with because he does the stuff the other guys here hate doing but which has to get done for everybody's sake" - maybe, say, the dragging of the deer intestines way back into the woods before the smell gets too ripe - it started when he walked back out of the woods, and, spotting the cute woman whose yurt was right next to the spot on which the intestines had lain for several days before he moved them, said to her "I moved those intestines far away for you", thereby taking personal credit for an effort that was, in actuality, funded by the entire community.

Soon, as groups got bigger and the group efforts became more significant, that same weenie little guy would walk up to cute women, point back over his shoulder, and say "do you like the pyramid I put there for you?" It made him something more than he actually was in the eyes of that woman, and eventually in his own eyes.

Now, that weenie little guy has sired an entire class of weenie little people who, lacking significance themselves, gather together the tithed money of the entire nation and erect monuments to themselves, explaining to the cute woman, of course, that the monuments are really in her honor.

And the weenie little guys have just marched right through from the beginning of history to now, screwing us all as they see fit.