The Trade Congolomorate of Widgetalia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Prime Minister Machiavelli with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, ban on automobiles, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 29.835 billion Widgetalians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The tiny, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Widgetalia City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Widgetalian economy, worth an astonishing 17,081 trillion Sawbucks a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is a breathtaking 572,532 Sawbucks, with the richest citizens earning 9.1 times as much as the poorest.

A PhD just ain't what it used to be, foreign converts are illuminated by both missionaries and helicopter searchlights, the nationalistic national anthem inspires citizens to literally spit at foreigners, and prisoners due for execution often use their final statement to complain about soggy bread rolls. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Widgetalia's national animal is the Jungle Ferret, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Hierarchigal Capitalisim.

Widgetalia is ranked 319,861^st in the world and 14,777^th in Osiris for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring -185 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.