The Republic of Molies4 is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its punitive income tax rates, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.346 billion Molies4ians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 60.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Molies4ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,567 trillion pesos 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Furniture Restoration, and Basket Weaving. 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 amazing 213,374 pesos, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 757,951 per year while the poor average 43,288, a ratio of 17.5 to 1.

Diplomatic missions typically end with a flurry of childish insults, accusations and phlegm, terrorist videos start by thanking their sponsors, the country is rumored to be a Brancalandian puppet state, and binoculars sales are at an all-time high. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Molies4's national animal is the dove, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Molies4 is ranked 5,065^th in the world and 288^th in Lazarus for Most Primitive, scoring 122.68 on the Scary Big Number Scale.