The Vulgaria of Confederate Farmers is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by CEO princess Kyra with an iron fist, and remarkable for its aversion to nipples, vat-grown people, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 18.498 billion Confederate Americans are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Administration, although Industry and Law & Order are also considered important, while Environment and Welfare aren't funded at all. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Confederate Farmersian economy, worth a remarkable 6,288 trillion gold coins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 339,930 gold coins, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,601,501 per year while the poor average 42,843, a ratio of 37.4 to 1.

Weapons are only sold to foreign governments that are legitimate enough to not bounce the cheque, new regulations have put a halt to monkey business, having skeletons in one's closet is no longer just a macabre idiom, and daydreaming on public transport is considered impolite. Crime is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Confederate Farmers's national animal is the Cat, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Confederate Farmers is ranked 1,642^nd in the world and 1^st in Dixie for Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry, scoring 18,262.65 on the Tasmanian Pulp Environmental Export Index.