The Republic of Glimpusmen is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, barren, inhospitable landscape, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 2.271 billion Glimpusmenians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 41.7%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Glimpusmenian economy, worth 172 trillion Glimps a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Information Technology. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 75,766 Glimps, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

Corporations claim the third ounce of any metal traded in a wicker-cone on the Sunday of a full moon as a charitable expense, drugs containing the compound "oleum de serpens" are being sold to cancer patients, inter-species marriages are ignored by the government, and defense lawyers suggestively note to juries how flagrantly happy victims were. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Glimpusmen's national animal is the Glimpo, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Glimpusmen is ranked 104,681^st in the world and 3,409^th in Balder for Most Armed, with 0.41 weapons per person.