The Infamous Radio Man of Wymondham is a colossal, safe nation, ruled by Wym with an iron fist, and notable for its rampant corporate plagiarism, pith helmet sales, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 9.46 billion Wymondhamians are proud of their wide-ranging civil freedoms, and those who aren't tend to be dragged off the streets by men in dark suits and hustled into cars with tinted windows.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Old Wymondham. The average income tax rate is 70.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Wymondhamian economy, worth a remarkable 1,393 trillion Scarabs a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 147,355 Scarabs, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Wym's Dreadnought-class tankbuster limousine is said to have more ammunition than the entire Brancalandian Army, the government is cracking down on subversive groups, pregnant hitchhikers with signs requesting rides to "competent care" are a common sight on Wymondhamian roads, and war criminals are given full state funerals. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wymondham's national animal is the Cow, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Friendship.

Wymondham is ranked 19,605^th in the world and 428^th in the West Pacific for Best Weather, with 150 meters of sunlight.