The Republic of The Chuckle is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, pith helmet sales, and compulsory gun ownership. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 9.153 billion Chuckleans are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 69.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Chucklean economy, worth 999 trillion bullets a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Uranium Mining, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 109,205 bullets, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

Returning vacationers often find that their property is now a construction site, a degree in Leader Science with a Minor in Awesomeology starts many political careers, politicians tend to jump ship to whichever party is currently leading in the polls, and decaying farm hamlets have twice the representation of major urban areas. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Chuckle's national animal is the grenade, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The Chuckle is ranked 38,184^th in the world and 7^th in The Chuckle Playground of Fun and Games for Lowest Crime Rates, with 78.45 law-abiding acts per hour.