The Ripobaek of Whelaen is a mammoth, genial nation, ruled by David Solsonne with an even hand, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, ubiquitous missile silos, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate population of 5.114 billion Whelaenians are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Kolasten. The average income tax rate is 49.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Whelaenian economy, worth 702 trillion Whels a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 137,303 Whels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

The government subsidizes those who produce the worst results, top gamblers bet against seedy hoopers, pinkie promises are a matter of life and death, and people still need you and they still feed you when you're sixty-five. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Whelaen's national animal is the Whelaenian Dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Whelaen is ranked 322,953^rd in the world and 295^th in Lonia Kreptia Llor for Rudest Citizens, with 6.96 insults per minute.