Still waiting for it.
I was talking about your description, here:
resource sharing. In native American society, the whole community pitches in and shares everything from the hunt so that everyone is more or less equal.
That sounds extremely Mustachian, to me.
Yes, but (IIRC) the book also talks about how those societies viewed "hoarding" of resources, and they did not look upon it kindly. Whatever you had was for the good of the group. The Native American societies (as depicted in the book) seem very collectivist, which runs completely against the grain of modern American society, which is very individualistic. And that includes the mustachian view that you acquire a vast pile of your own wealth for your own benefit. Sure, sharing might get you there faster, but in the end, it's your own effort and your own pile of money.
It's important to understand that Native American culture is not just a historical footnote. On modern reservations, the common good is a driving factor in a lot of what happens, and many things would blow the minds of the average outsider, who view life as a singular pursuit of self sufficient success. In the mid-90s, I helped build a new home for a family on a Lakota reservation in South Dakota, as a volunteer with an NGO. It was important to the family, and the leadership on the project, that we not only complete the home, but also to make the full basement as livable as possible. At first I though this seemed a bit extravagant, but it was for a very good reason. Over the next few years, during the long cold winters, up to eighteen people occupied that three bedroom, bath and a half home at one time. The matriarch of the family was in her late middle age years, probably early fifties at the time. She was a tiny woman, who keep a family together on little but hope, prayer, and any money she could scrounge up. At one point she was raising a grand child, a baby who's mother was a junkie, while being a caregiver for a young, developmentally disabled adult who lived with them. The disabled adult was not family, but a tribal member. There was no all encompassing social services network looking out for the disabled guy, no windfall check for being a "Foster parent" to him, but he was one of them, and somebody was responsible for keeping him fed and from not freezing to death in the winter. One of the most amazing parts of staying involved with the tribe and helping to ease some of the housing burden over the next decade, was knowing that the frail, little woman I spoke of, who couldn't afford to heat her own house, ran a soup kitchen, out of a local church, to help feed the natives that were worse of than she was.
She died a few years back. Chances are she didn't have a dime, and nobody close to her had $8-10K for a fancy funeral. During her lifetime, she kept many people from going to bed starving, kept a few from falling asleep and freezing to death, and even saved one or two from ODing, or swallowing a bullet, to end the endless pain of life on the rez. Nothing about her values was about getting ahead, or looking out for herself first. Would you rather be her, or fixating on how big your stash is, when the time comes to take your last breath?