The Republic of Izern 319 is a small, socially progressive nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape and suspicion of poets. The hard-working, democratic population of 45 million Izern 319ians 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 prioritizes Law & Order, with Education, Defense, and Administration also on the agenda. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 22.8%.

The strong Izern 319ian economy, worth 2.26 trillion izerns a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Basket Weaving, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is 50,261 izerns, with the richest citizens earning 9.5 times as much as the poorest.

Cane fights are a common sight in nursing homes, scientists regularly clone human beings for research purposes, it ain't easy to be green enough to be imported into Izern 319, and agriculture is heavily subsidized by the government. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 319's national animal is the izern, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Izern 319 is ranked 253,897^th in the world and 494^th in Izern for Most Cultured, scoring 63 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.