The Federal Republic of Mambo 18 is a massive, safe nation, renowned for its parental licensing program, lack of airports, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical population of 1.399 billion Mambo 18ians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 71.4%.

The powerhouse Mambo 18ian economy, worth 133 trillion monies a year, is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Automobile Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 95,586 monies, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 361,284 per year while the poor average 17,595, a ratio of 20.5 to 1.

The nation's skies are now a wasteland, mathematics majors learn about new ways to model their crushing debt, 13-year-old internet trolls are treated as a threat on par with terrorists, and a serf by any other name works just as hard. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Mambo 18's national animal is the card, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Mambo 18 is ranked 121,968^th in the world and 206^th in Izern for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 1,711.27 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.