The Republic of HippoSanity is a colossal, safe nation, notable for its disturbing lack of elderly people, state-planned economy, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 5.65 billion Kerg But Not Badians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 57.8%.

The frighteningly efficient HippoSanityian economy, worth 742 trillion shekels 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 a large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Book Publishing, and Woodchip Exports. 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 131,335 shekels, with the richest citizens earning 6.4 times as much as the poorest.

Renewable energy projects have ground to a halt, asking 'does my bum look big in this?' leads to 30 hours of self-esteem classes, public footpaths are being slowly eroded by the burgeoning number of ramblers, and gun regulations are so strict even staple guns and hot glue guns are illegal. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. HippoSanity's national animal is the flying fox, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

HippoSanity is ranked 87,872^nd in the world and 1,438^th in the South Pacific for Most Stationary, with 241.15278316212 days.