The Republic of Obviously not Visorax is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, democratic population of 10.583 billion citizens live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Welfare. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 8.0%.

The strong Obviously not Visorax economy, worth 434 trillion dollars a year, is led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Soda Sales, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 41,077 dollars, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 239,800 per year while the poor average 3,310, a ratio of 72.4 to 1.

Politicians preface their speeches with a declaration that any resemblance to speeches given by individuals living or dead is purely coincidental, a large-scale revitalization of the education system is underway, the country's famous rainforests are being bulldozed by the mining industry, and every week is blindness awareness week. Crime is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Obviously not Visorax's national animal is the robot, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Obviously not Visorax is ranked 148,465^th in the world and 1,598^th in Hispano Germanic Alliance for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 37,791.64 Standard Monetary Units.