The Jelly beans of Gracie beanss is a colossal, cultured nation, notable for its closed borders, public floggings, and state-planned economy. The hard-nosed, democratic, devout population of 3.141 billion Gracie beanssians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of bread. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 48.5%.

The Gracie beanssian economy, worth 252 trillion breads 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, broadly diversified black market in Book Publishing, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Woodchip Exports, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 80,317 breads, with the richest citizens earning 8.7 times as much as the poorest.

Lady Justice has swapped her blindfold for steel-capped boots, unwary hikers climbing the bluffs of Mount Bread make great practice for foreign snipers, ice-filled coffins are ominously positioned in the corner of every hospital ward, and children's books regularly feature formerly distressed damsels suing their princes. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Gracie beanss's national animal is the bread, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Jelly beanism.

Gracie beanss is ranked 181,193^rd in the world and 12^th in Hells Lounge for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring 764.69 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.