The Republic of Gles Rubs is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by im bored with an iron fist, and notable for its closed borders, smutty television, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 16.177 billion Gles Rubsians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of idk. The average income tax rate is 84.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Gles Rubsian economy, worth a remarkable 2,997 trillion dollars a year, is quite specialized and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Retail, Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Soda Sales. Average income is an impressive 185,267 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

New treatments are rejected if they cannot be explained using only one-syllable words, crop circles are intently studied by investigators with questionable merits, foreigners are treated with great suspicion, and the nation gives peace a chance - usually one in a million. Crime, especially youth-related, is relatively low, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Gles Rubs's national animal is the squirrel, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is areligious.

Gles Rubs is ranked 290,810^th in the world and 3^rd in the Pacific Republic for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -19.73 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.