The Republic of Birch 246 is a massive, pleasant nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, state-planned economy, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 2.673 billion Birch 246ians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The tiny government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 8.6%.

The strong Birch 246ian economy, worth 70.0 trillion leaves a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Automobile Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Basket Weaving, and Retail. Average income is 26,170 leaves, with the richest citizens earning 7.5 times as much as the poorest.

The state has declared war on the environment and environmentalists by association, military training in Birch 246 emphasizes the tactical advantages of stabbing backs, singing in public is only allowed if you are singing the praise of the Motherland, and community-designed sword prostheses are becoming dangerously common. Crime is a serious problem. Birch 246's national animal is the tree, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Birch 246 is ranked 190,354^th in the world and 12,918^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Patriotic, with 6.22 flags saluted per person per day.