The Republic of D Island is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its punitive income tax rates, compulsory gun ownership, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 11.648 billion D Islandians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 61.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient D Islandian economy, worth a remarkable 1,651 trillion Dollars a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Cheese Exports. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 141,775 Dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

The nation's politicians are acknowledged as the most polite in the region to the dismay of comedians everywhere, police officers often head to work wearing onesies and fluffy pink bunny-slippers, people on the brink of death are put through unwanted and stressful procedures, and domestic fishermen fly the D Islandian flag out of fear of being blown up. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. D Island's national animal is the Bad Clam, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

D Island is ranked 29,776^th in the world and 96^th in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Highest Average Incomes, with 141,775.89 Standard Monetary Units.