The Republic of Wilkshire is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by President Paul Williams with an even hand, and renowned for its national health service, complete lack of prisons, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 45.578 billion Wilkshireans are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The enormous, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Vasbury. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Wilkshirean economy, worth an astonishing 14,638 trillion wilkoes a year, is extremely specialized and mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 321,168 wilkoes, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Athletes are renowned for being the best at maths, public footpaths are being slowly eroded by the burgeoning number of ramblers, businesses are abandoning the city centre because of the lack of transport connections, and rebuilding efforts for a recently destroyed cathedral aren't expected to be completed for another century. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wilkshire's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wilkshire is ranked 285,181^st in the world and 6,278^th in The North Pacific for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring -17.66 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.