Selective pressure in selecting genes has pushed me to an 130 IQ when talking to the police and deciding on weather fucking you over now or later. This is the guys you face when invading a sickle-yielding country that's not been invaded in the last 2 million years or so.
If you have a 130 IQ, then you should know the answer to "Who is buried in Grant's Tomb?" So what is your answer to that question?