The Autocratic Republic of Vexilia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by President Teethy Phoenix with an iron fist, and remarkable for its parental licensing program, compulsory military service, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 17.47 billion Vexilians 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, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Phoenix. The average income tax rate is 99.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Vexilian economy, worth a remarkable 6,080 trillion Pounds 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing and Information Technology. 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 amazing 348,077 Pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Phoenix spends billions upgrading public transport, forty-year-old men are asked for their ID before watching the latest pony cartoon movies, migrating birds in the nation's airspace are considered a violation of national sovereignty, and police nightsticks see use all day long. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Vexilia's national animal is the Orca, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Vexilia is ranked 311,279^th in the world and 5,777^th in The North Pacific for Most Primitive, scoring -519.66 on the Scary Big Number Scale.