The Corporation of Wilbert is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by the Corporate Wilbert with an iron fist, and remarkable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, parental licensing program, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 26.836 billion Wilbertians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Wilbert Towers. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 93.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Wilbertian economy, worth an astonishing 13,234 trillion textbooks a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 493,161 textbooks, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,812,775 per year while the poor average 94,870, a ratio of 19.1 to 1.

Prison reforms have replaced communal luaus with communal loos, cotton candy made from genuine cotton cellulose doesn't quite satisfy, truancy is as easy as clicking a camera icon, and street preachers spend more time condemning government bureaucracy than passers-by. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wilbert's national animal is the Zombie Wilbert, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wilbert is ranked 15,410^th in the world and 799^th in Balder for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring 5,432.46 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.