The Republic of Izern 44 is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its frequent executions, compulsory gun ownership, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 3.275 billion Izern 44ians 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, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 76.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Izern 44ian economy, worth 404 trillion dollars 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 large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Trout Farming, 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 an impressive 123,651 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

An extra hand on the leg will give a horse-and-a-half of lead in a hundred jiffies on seven furlongs, people transfer their assets to bank accounts in Manamana before getting divorced, Izern 44 is sometimes referred to as the global janitor, and starving citizens are offered nuclear pasta. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 44's national animal is the penguin, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Izern 44 is ranked 294,020^th in the world and 822^nd in Izern for Most Cultured, scoring 51 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.