The Kingdom of Wilvania is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by His Exalted Wilfness with an iron fist, and renowned for its lack of airports, strictly enforced bedtime, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, cynical, humorless population of 10.336 billion Wilvanians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mr Happy's Funland. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Wilvanian economy, worth a remarkable 2,285 trillion groats a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Book Publishing industry. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is an amazing 221,158 groats, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Judicial robes are the country's hottest fashion trend, movie producers send film critics wads of cash in their morning newspapers in anticipation of gushing praise, drug lords often avoid prison time by teaching "chemistry" classes to underprivileged youth, and being dead no longer has any benefits. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wilvania's national animal is the squirrel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wilvania is ranked 89^th in the world and 4^th in Lazarus for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring 25,950.13 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.