The Republic of Wilkshire is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by President Paul Williams with a fair hand, and remarkable for its complete lack of prisons, keen interest in outer space, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 35.279 billion Wilkshireans are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Environment, Education, and Law & Order. 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 a remarkable 9,020 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 255,682 wilkoes, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Homophobia is off the menu, a government program is underway to revitalize Wilkshire's beaches, the airship business has been driven out of the country by strict regulations and high fines, and legislators must raise their hands if they want to speak. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive 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 303^rd in the world and 13^th in The North Pacific for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring 21,618.19 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.