The Republic of Wilkshire is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by President Paul Williams with an even hand, and notable for its national health service, daily referendums, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, cheerful population of 41.309 billion Wilkshireans are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Vasbury. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Wilkshirean economy, worth an astonishing 12,966 trillion wilkoes a year, is extremely specialized and mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 313,898 wilkoes, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

At least 1% of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs budget goes to President Paul Williams's wardrobe, commuters are denied boarding for attempting to bring packed lunches onto trains, the thin blue line is composed of picketing police officers demanding better pensions, and sometimes a single pallbearer is all you need. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wilkshire's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wilkshire is ranked 273,503^rd in the world and 13,789^th in The North Pacific for Most Patriotic, with 0.19 flags saluted per person per day.