The Armed Republic of Leathernecks is a mammoth, safe nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 7.434 billion Leathernecksians are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.

The relatively small, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Welfare, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Twenty-Nine Palms. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 13.7%.

The strong Leathernecksian economy, worth 394 trillion MRES a year, is led by the Uranium Mining industry, with significant contributions from Basket Weaving, Gambling, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is 53,015 MRES, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 157,107 per year while the poor average 14,045, a ratio of 11.2 to 1.

Leader can finally stop kneading the dough and start rolling in it instead, thousands of picky mothers-in-law have been recruited to serve as even pickier cookery instructors, voting is voluntary, and designer truncheons are the latest law enforcement fashion craze. Crime, especially youth-related, is well under control. Leathernecks's national animal is the SEAL, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Leathernecks is ranked 234,285^th in the world and 64^th in Hurricane 12 for Largest Black Market, with 266 billion Standard Monetary Units.