The Woodhouse Sanctum of Commodore Decatur is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Stephen Decatur with an iron fist, and renowned for its unlimited-speed roads, soft-spoken computers, and suspicion of poets. The cynical, devout population of 28.778 billion Commodore Decaturians 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 large, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Philadelphia. The average income tax rate is 57.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Commodore Decaturian economy, worth a remarkable 2,351 trillion USDS a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Basket Weaving, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 81,699 USDS, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Sermons are regularly interrupted by businessmen taking phone calls, Scoutmasters debate whether luxury log cabins defeat the purpose of camping, teams of painters are converting road signs from horse lengths to kilometers, and older citizens lament over the loss of law and order. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Commodore Decatur's national animal is the Eagle, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Commodore Decatur is ranked 22,856^th in the world and 1^st in La Bastille for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 4,979.92 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.