The Republic of Molies60 is a colossal, orderly nation, renowned for its pith helmet sales, ritual sacrifices, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.047 billion Molies60ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 94.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Molies60ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,611 trillion rupees a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Information Technology, and Furniture Restoration. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 266,417 rupees, with the richest citizens earning 5.5 times as much as the poorest.

An aboriginal talking stick is used for leaders' debates at election time, a speech a day keeps climate change away, bike rage is all the rage, and artists from across the nation compete to renovate the restrooms of old government buildings. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Molies60's national animal is the beaver, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Molies60 is ranked 5,499^th in the world and 273^rd in Osiris for Most Advanced Public Education, scoring 14,548.73 on the Edu-tellignce® Test Score.