The Weep and Mourn for I am here of Orcuo is a mammoth, orderly nation, notable for its smutty television, pith helmet sales, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 9.224 billion Orcuoans are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Environment and International Aid not funded at all. The average income tax rate is 98.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Orcuoan economy, worth a remarkable 4,030 trillion chocolate chip cookieses a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Arms Manufacturing and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 436,933 chocolate chip cookieses, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Wood-framed catapults are ready to launch diseased corpses into besieged cities, requests to "pass the salt" are supported by tank divisions, war criminals are given full state funerals, and the government extracts trade concessions from poor nations in exchange for humanitarian aid. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Orcuo's national animal is the squid, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Orcuo is ranked 22,095^th in the world and 1^st in Despotic Magnates of the Cognoscenti for Most Developed, scoring 86.18 on the Human Development Index.