The Democratic Republic of Oxted Womble is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, irreverence towards religion, and absence of drug laws. The hard-working, democratic population of 11.714 billion Oxted Wombleans live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 8.4%.

The very strong Oxted Womblean economy, worth 575 trillion Wombles do not have monies a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Retail, Arms Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. Average income is 49,136 Wombles do not have monies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.7 times as much as the poorest.

Seven-year-olds debate for weeks on the merits of the Oxford comma, the best doughnut stores have been taken over by foreign police officers, the airship business has been driven out of the country by strict regulations and high fines, and students in Oxted Womble's schools rarely attend their classes. Crime, especially youth-related, is a problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Oxted Womble's national animal is the Womble, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Oxted Womble is ranked 219,278^th in the world and 689^th in Chicken overlords for Most Patriotic, with 4.46 flags saluted per person per day.