The Tiny Village of Fartsniffage is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Sir Digby Chicken Caeser with a fair hand, and notable for its smutty television, keen interest in outer space, and multi-spousal wedding ceremonies. The hard-nosed, democratic, humorless population of 42.841 billion Fartsniffageans enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The medium-sized, corrupt, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Healthcare, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Bishops Itchington. The average income tax rate is 94.4%.

The very strong Fartsniffagean economy, worth a remarkable 9,702 trillion Wombats a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Book Publishing, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 226,465 Wombats, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government mails weekly updates on the new anti-junk mail laws to every citizen, when electric cars arrived nobody heard them coming, the government is often referred to as "the biggest drug dealer in the nation", and quiet professionalism has returned to the nation's armed forces. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fartsniffage's national animal is the Aardvark, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Prince Philip Movementism.

Fartsniffage is ranked 301,415^th in the world and 241^st in Forest for Lowest Overall Tax Burden, scoring -380.4 on the Hayek Index.