The Republic of Wisetendril is a colossal, safe nation, notable for its hatred of cheese, punitive income tax rates, and stringent health and safety legislation. The cynical population of 8.348 billion Wisetendrilians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 50.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Wisetendrilian economy, worth 64.5 trillion rupees 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 slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Arms Manufacturing, and Pizza Delivery. 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 7,728 rupees, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Shivering secretaries type letters under torrential downpours in open-roof offices, consumption of cat memes has skyrocketed, Wisetendril is increasingly belligerent on the international stage, and a major religion has been named as Wisetendril's national religion. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wisetendril's national animal is the leopard.

Wisetendril is ranked 108,523^rd in the world and 2^nd in Scared Protectorate for Lowest Crime Rates, with 64.86 law-abiding acts per hour.