The Republic of Wymth is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its pith helmet sales, keen interest in outer space, and ubiquitous missile silos. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 4.586 billion Wymthians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 45.4%.

The all-consuming Wymthian economy, worth 474 trillion Scarabs 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, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. 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 impressive 103,512 Scarabs, with the richest citizens earning 6.2 times as much as the poorest.

It ain't easy to be green enough to be imported into Wymth, Wymth's first free elections in recent memory have been successfully concluded, serial commas clarify the relationship between one's lackeys, the taxpayers, and kinsfolk, and government officials frown on anything more technologically advanced than an abacus. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wymth's national animal is the Werepig.

Wymth is ranked 254,834^th in the world and 25^th in The Sasquatch Republic for Largest Retail Industry, scoring -12 on the Shrinkwrap Consignment Productivity Index.