The Psychedelic Community of Hippies is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by That Hippie Over There with a fair hand, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, rampant corporate plagiarism, and exploding hoverboards. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 28.122 billion Hippiesians love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Haight-Ashbury. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Hippiesian economy, worth a remarkable 6,878 trillion hits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology and Tourism. Average income is an amazing 244,599 hits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

There is a growing belief that consciousness is a simulated illusion within a computer-generated reality, the media seems excessively interested in what That Hippie Over There is wearing this season, explicit slash fiction is repackaged for kindergarten kids as stories about friends cuddling friends, and there has been a rapid increase of noise complaints over the sound of buzzing bees. Crime is totally unknown. Hippies's national animal is the dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Peace.

Hippies is ranked 332,030^th in the world and 4^th in Hippies for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -38.53 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.