The Republic of The Lavity is a massive, socially progressive nation, notable for its keen interest in outer space, frequent executions, and aversion to nipples. The hard-nosed, hard-working, devout population of 3.377 billion Lavityians 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 minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Lavityian economy, worth 571 trillion Dollars a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an impressive 169,088 Dollars, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,124,453 per year while the poor average 9,702, a ratio of 115 to 1.

Bread-gangs raid restaurant waste bins to stockpile uneaten rolls, formerly fertile fields are being leached dry of nutrients by intensive farming, a state-funded project is investigating whether the moon is made of cheese, and cheese has become the new icon of political dissent. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. The Lavity's national animal is the Sandhill Crane, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

The Lavity is ranked 293,914^th in the world and 11,317^th in Lazarus for Lowest Crime Rates, with 2.82 law-abiding acts per hour.