The Hilarious Autonomic Mayhem of Winquila is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Our Most Beloved and Enlightened Master with a fair hand, and notable for its pith helmet sales, public floggings, and vat-grown people. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 33.879 billion Winquilans enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The minute, corrupt, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Education, with Law & Order, Spirituality, and Defense also on the agenda, while Social Policy and International Aid receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Dystopia. The average income tax rate is 3.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Winquilan economy, worth a remarkable 5,310 trillion Maravedis a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Retail, Book Publishing, and Gambling. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an impressive 156,741 Maravedis, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.6 times as much as the poorest.

Colonists who were promised new lands find only war-torn devastation, people say that cubists are rubbish because they can't draw faces, asking 'does my bum look big in this?' leads to 30 hours of self-esteem classes, and shady doctors seem to have impeccable records. Crime, especially youth-related, is pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Winquila's national animal is the Ivelina, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is The Dystopian Rite of Free Winquilanism.

Winquila is ranked 16,556^th in the world and 28^th in Catholic for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 53.38 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.