The Republic of Izern 161 is a massive, orderly nation, notable for its parental licensing program, ubiquitous missile silos, and soft-spoken computers. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.916 billion Izern 161ians are ruled with an iron fist by the dictatorship government, which ensures that no-one outside the party gets too rich. In their personal lives, however, citizens are relatively unoppressed; it remains to be seen whether this is because the government genuinely cares about its people, or if it hasn't gotten around to stamping out civil rights yet.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 69.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Izern 161ian economy, worth 217 trillion banks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 113,623 banks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

It is now illegal for teens to view any sites except Club Kitten and My Little Donkey, cassocked priests and choirboys believe that what happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors, children are terrified that the 'flying police monster' will come to take them away in the night, and Izern 161ians ask their doctors whether chili peppers are right for them. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 161's national animal is the card, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Izern 161 is ranked 185,940^th in the world and 435^th in Izern for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 34,882.36 Standard Monetary Units.