The Republic of Rocketfuel66 is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its otherworldly petting zoo, compulsory gun ownership, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical population of 4.748 billion Rocketfuel66ians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 42.9%.

The powerhouse Rocketfuel66ian economy, worth 392 trillion Rocketfuels a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 82,641 Rocketfuels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

The numbers on the latest spending report are reaching stellar levels, politicians can't accept birthday presents from their own children, the saying 'break a leg' is now taken literally, and one does not simply walk into the tundra. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel66's national animal is the Rocketfuel, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Rocketfuel66 is ranked 43,698^th in the world and 76^th in neck for Nicest Citizens, with 18.02 average smiles per day.