The Autocratic Republic of Vexilia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by President Teethy Phoenix with an iron fist, and notable for its closed borders, keen interest in outer space, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 17.489 billion Vexilians 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 Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Phoenix. The average income tax rate is 99.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Vexilian economy, worth a remarkable 6,092 trillion Pounds 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, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing and Information Technology. 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 amazing 348,349 Pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Phoenix spends billions upgrading public transport, forty-year-old men are asked for their ID before watching the latest pony cartoon movies, migrating birds in the nation's airspace are considered a violation of national sovereignty, and police nightsticks see use all day long. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Vexilia's national animal is the Orca, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Vexilia is ranked 3,309^th in the world and 122^nd in The North Pacific for Most Patriotic, with 93.93 flags saluted per person per day.