The Curse of Wight is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by President-Dictablanda Jimmy Costello with a fair hand, and renowned for its keen interest in outer space, punitive income tax rates, and restrictive gun laws. The democratic population of 13.829 billion Wightlingfolk enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked morass — juggles the competing demands of Environment, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Spit. The average income tax rate is 74.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but inefficient Wightlingish economy, worth 429 trillion Blood Shillings a year, is extremely specialized and mostly made up of the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 31,047 Blood Shillings, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Cheese has become the new icon of political dissent, online tourism reviews of Wight are suspiciously positive and amazingly similar, 'unconventional' weaponry has been banned, and Members of Parliament are often found living in cardboard boxes. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wight's national animal is the Wight Liar Coney, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is militant but jocular atheism.

Wight is ranked 49,125^th in the world and 3^rd in Asyluum for Most Average, scoring 42.61 on the Average Standardized Normality Scale.