The Federal Republic of Whitanchir is a massive, cultured nation, ruled by Thomas Beauchamp with a fair hand, and remarkable for its smutty television, irreverence towards religion, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic population of 2.067 billion Whitanchirians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Whitanchir Ville. The average income tax rate is 76.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Whitanchirian economy, worth 221 trillion Oranges a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Trout Farming, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 107,277 Oranges, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Under love's heavy burden Thomas Beauchamp sinks lower in the political right's esteem, foreign powers often deal with problems that Whitanchir can't handle, for 25 Oranges tourists can gawk at the site of national tragedy, and teenage TV characters are played by thirty-year-olds by the end of the second season. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Whitanchir's national animal is the Golden Retriever, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Secularism.

Whitanchir is ranked 149,045^th in the world and 154^th in Refugia for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 733.78 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.