The Heavily Policed Card-Farm of Hemakral is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Supreme Cornlord with an iron fist, and notable for its closed borders, sprawling nuclear power plants, and strictly enforced bedtime. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 1.129 billion Hemakralians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Cornutopia. The average income tax rate is 85.1%.

The very strong Hemakralian economy, worth 186 trillion trading cards a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Beef-Based Agriculture. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 165,020 trading cards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.8 times as much as the poorest.

Jackboots have given the boot to the nobility, Hemakral isn't what it used to be, exceptionally healthy police officers can sprint after crooks for hours on end, and workers' complaints never reach central planning. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Hemakral's national animal is the ambulatory pseudo-cognizant corn entity, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Whateverthehellleadersaysweoughttodo-ism.

Hemakral is ranked 256,334^th in the world and 6^th in The Farm for Smartest Citizens, with 1.58 quips per hour.