The Republic of Izern 61 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, soft-spoken computers, and disturbing lack of elderly people. The compassionate, cynical population of 2.833 billion Izern 61ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 50.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Izern 61ian economy, worth 302 trillion pounds 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, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Cheese Exports. 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 106,726 pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

It turns out that trees grow on pounds, a baby's first breath is also a baby's first felony, gambling is outlawed, and the fishing lobby has stemmed the tide of environmental regulations. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 61's national animal is the cow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Izern 61 is ranked 59,293^rd in the world and 256^th in Izern for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 1,710.85 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.