The Plaid Dad of Venico is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by Venico with an iron fist, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.017 billion Romulans 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 relatively small, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government is dominated by the Department of Defense, although Industry, Education, and Administration are also considered important, while Environment and Welfare are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Romule. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Romulan economy, worth 933 trillion GPS a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Gambling, and Information Technology. Average income is an impressive 133,043 GPS, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,011,432 per year while the poor average 4,853, a ratio of 208 to 1.

Hidden bedroom-cams are installed to catch mothers doing their kids' homework, on graduation day the hats thrown in the air fly high enough to stun passing pigeons, old dogs don't have to learn new tricks but they have to prove they haven't forgotten old ones, and cubicles often double as graves as citizens literally work themselves to death. Crime, especially youth-related, is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Venico's national animal is the Elk, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Worship of Malrock.

Venico is ranked 255,364^th in the world and 187^th in The Brotherhood of Malice for Healthiest Citizens, with 0.47 bananas ingested per day.