The Commonwealth of Beepitol is a very large, genial nation, renowned for its frequent executions, keen interest in outer space, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic population of 209 million Beepitolians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, liberal, socially-minded, outspoken morass — juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Education, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 79.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but sluggish Beepitolian economy, worth 6.40 trillion dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 30,644 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Elections have become procedural nightmares due to voters persistently rejecting candidates, diplomats agree to the terms and conditions of peace treaties without reading them, helping grandma with her Misgendering 101 homework is a national rite of passage, and the sound of wooden legs echo throughout Beepitol after the recent introduction of the Foot Tax. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Beepitol's national animal is the house cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Beepitol is ranked 69,089^th in the world and 111^th in The Region That Has No Big Banks for Lowest Crime Rates, with 73.24 law-abiding acts per hour.