The Holy Empire of Mini Mexico is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Leader with an iron fist, and remarkable for its frequent executions, hatred of cheese, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, hard-working, cynical, cheerful population of 38.546 billion Mini Mexicoans are proud of their wide-ranging civil freedoms, and those who aren't tend to be dragged off the streets by men in dark suits and hustled into cars with tinted windows.

The tiny government is solely concerned with Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mini Mexico City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Mini Mexicoan economy, worth a remarkable 1,927 trillion waitwhats a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is extremely specialized and mostly made up of the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology. Average income is 50,017 waitwhats, with the richest citizens earning 7.9 times as much as the poorest.

Billions are being spent on a new island airport, an IT mega-corporation has a patent pending on the rectangle, mantis shrimp studies is academia's fastest-growing field, and terrorists who are 17th cousins with the ex-wives of half-brothers of citizens are now exempt from the immigration ban. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force. Mini Mexico's national animal is the Liger, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Mini Mexico is ranked 71,549^th in the world and 3,309^th in Lazarus for Safest, scoring 94.52 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.