The Republic of Rainy Jessetopia is a mammoth, genial nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, pith helmet sales, and irreverence towards religion. The cynical population of 5.656 billion Rainy Jessetopians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 34.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Rainy Jessetopian economy, worth 297 trillion pesos a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Automobile Manufacturing, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 52,618 pesos, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Defense lawyers suggestively note to juries how flagrantly happy victims were, there is a growing belief that consciousness is a simulated illusion within a computer-generated reality, school lunches are made with hypo-allergenic wood pulp, and search-and-rescue organisations are the biggest employer in the country. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rainy Jessetopia's national animal is the raccoon, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Rainy Jessetopia is ranked 285,442^nd in the world and 427^th in New England Patriots for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring -8.95 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.