The Power and Glory of Rekasneg is a titanic, safe nation, renowned for its closed borders, enforced nudity, and compulsory gun ownership. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 23.532 billion Rekasneans 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Rekasnean economy, worth an astonishing 11,567 trillion gold serpents a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 491,545 gold serpents, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Rekasneans ask their doctors whether chili peppers are right for them, any girl that shows an interest in Lego is pressured to study engineering, the military is slashing spending on conventional arms and diverting it to spending on prosthetic arms, and Maxtopian villagers starve by the time Rekasnean officials even file the appropriate paperwork needed to help them. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rekasneg's national animal is the lion-headed serpent, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Rekasneg is ranked 332,266^th in the world and 31^st in Regionless for Nicest Citizens, with 0.08 average smiles per day.