The Republic of 60 Uma is a massive, safe nation, remarkable for its digital currency, unlimited-speed roads, and suspicion of poets. The cynical, humorless, devout population of 1.535 billion 60 Umen 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, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 73.4%.

The powerhouse 60 Uman economy, worth 149 trillion monies a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, Woodchip Exports, and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 97,638 monies, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 301,013 per year while the poor average 24,450, a ratio of 12.3 to 1.

In court almost every witness is a hostile witness, the sun now sets on the 60 Uman Empire, trade policy consists of ganging up on the new guy, and elected officials who disagree with Leader have a lot of accidents. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 60 Uma's national animal is the card, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

60 Uma is ranked 66,225^th in the world and 355^th in Izern for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 16,213.32 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.