The Republic of Wilkshire is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by President Paul Williams with an even hand, and remarkable for its smutty television, keen interest in outer space, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 38.585 billion Wilkshireans are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, 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 an astonishing 11,105 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 common. Average income is an amazing 287,809 wilkoes, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Private pharmacies close down as medicinal drugs are given away freely by the government, drills and shovels have been banned as the government cracks down on any means of fracking, the government has officially clarified that "wee on your hands to save time" does not count as proper hygiene, and psychiatrists bizarrely accompany President Paul Williams to meetings with foreign heads of state. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded 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 240,376^th in the world and 10,148^th in The North Pacific for Highest Disposable Incomes, with zero Standard Monetary Units.