The Finite Campsite of Flat Earth is a gargantuan, safe nation, notable for its state-planned economy, restrictive gun laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The cynical population of 45.33 billion Flat Earthians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Defense, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 71.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but stagnant Flat Earthian economy, worth 171 trillion pancakes 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 a slick, highly efficient, highly specialized black market in Trout Farming, Furniture Restoration, Retail, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 3,788 pancakes, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Military spending is on the increase and the government's religious works are headed by a New Age guru. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Flat Earth's national animal is the sidewalk end, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Flat Earth is ranked 113,396^th in the world and 4^th in Bad Science for Most Primitive, scoring -30 on the Scary Big Number Scale.