The Republic of Rocketfuel43 is a colossal, genial nation, notable for its keen interest in outer space, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical population of 4.666 billion Rocketfuel43ians 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 large, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 67.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Rocketfuel43ian economy, worth 354 trillion Rocketfuels a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Furniture Restoration. Average income is 76,011 Rocketfuels, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government is reining in public spending, the overhead luggage compartment is often full, weather forecasts regularly cover meteor showers, and students can name the chiefs of proto-Bigtopian tribes before they can count to ten. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel43's national animal is the Rocketfuel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Rocketfuel43 is ranked 84,688^th in the world and 54^th in House Boucher for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 2,755.2 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.