The People's Republic of Hippie Utopia is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by a mayor with a fair hand, and notable for its museums and concert halls, daily referendums, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 20.905 billion Hippie Utopians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, socially-minded, outspoken government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Environment. The average income tax rate is 98.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Hippie Utopian economy, worth a remarkable 2,932 trillion Dollars a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is mostly made up of the Book Publishing industry. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is an impressive 140,258 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Blue sky thinkers are reminded that the firmament is actually more of a grey-ish colour, the dessert 'Death by Chocolate' isn't the most lethal dish on the menu, proper policy proposals prerequire professional peer-reviewed papers, and prolonged government investigations are a common revenge tactic among spurned significant others. Crime is totally unknown. Hippie Utopia's national animal is the Squirrel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Hippie Utopia is ranked 2,833^rd in the world and 1^st in Anarhy for Most Beautiful Environments, with 3,112.63 pounds of wildlife per square mile.