The Republic of SSN51 is a mammoth, genial nation, ruled by Daniel O'Connell with an iron fist, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, public floggings, and zero percent divorce rate. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.044 billion SSN51ians 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 relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Dublin. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 55.9%.

The frighteningly efficient SSN51ian economy, worth a remarkable 2,286 trillion marks a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 284,201 marks, with the richest citizens earning 6.2 times as much as the poorest.

Smart fridges sing the praises of Celtic Paganism for fear of being iced, politicians can't accept birthday presents from their own children, holidays are regarded as the most miserable time of the year, and sick SSN51ians are hair today and gone tomorrow. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. SSN51's national animal is the swan, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Celtic Paganism.

SSN51 is ranked 326,996^th in the world and 807^th in Mikes Hope for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -14.92 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.