The Republic of Greg Tucker is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by President with an even hand, and notable for its strictly enforced bedtime, pith helmet sales, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, humorless, devout population of 36.193 billion Greg Tuckerians 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 Education, Healthcare, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mill City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Greg Tuckerian economy, worth a remarkable 9,206 trillion tuckerrans a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Retail, and Tourism. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 254,377 tuckerrans, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Even the nation's brussel sprouts are delicious and nutritious, cheese has become the new icon of political dissent, older citizens lament over the loss of law and order, and former stunt pilots are unable to pass the licence test to fly a drone. Crime is totally unknown. Greg Tucker's national animal is the monkey, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Greg Tucker is ranked 104,062^nd in the world and 2,621^st in the West Pacific for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 7,952.53 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.