The Republic of Cinnibar is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Magde Michel with an even hand, and renowned for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, smutty television, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 13.838 billion Clydes 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt morass — prioritizes Education, with Industry, Healthcare, and Law & Order also on the agenda. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Liberty. The average income tax rate is 90.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Clydic economy, worth a remarkable 1,224 trillion Nils a year, is highly specialized and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology and Gambling. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 88,455 Nils, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The new national campaign exhorts men to "Show Some Class - Don't Sit On Your Ass", explicit slash fiction is repackaged for kindergarten kids as stories about friends cuddling friends, it's been a banner year for local vexillology, and the nation's universities are often mistaken for foreign embassies. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Cinnibar's national animal is the Stallion, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Christianity.

Cinnibar is ranked 68,264^th in the world and 3,150^th in The North Pacific for Rudest Citizens, with 59.56 Insults Per Minute.