The Colony of Buttstuff is a massive, safe nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, irreverence towards religion, and restrictive gun laws. The compassionate, democratic population of 1.142 billion Buttstuffians love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The enormous, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Buttstuff City. The average income tax rate is 74.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Buttstuffian economy, worth 23.6 trillion viruses 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 mostly made up of the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing and Basket Weaving. Average income is 20,638 viruses, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Suburban residents are told not to panic while hitchhikers swarm their neighborhoods, EULAs remind customers that "Private Mode" is a browser setting rather than a promise, the sound of wooden legs echo throughout Buttstuff after the recent introduction of the Foot Tax, and the government has declined to declare any particular religion as its 'official' one. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Buttstuff's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Buttstuff is ranked 29,133^rd in the world and 57^th in Aesica for Most Cultured, scoring 80 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.