The Swooshiated Corporation of Johnike is a gargantuan, safe nation, remarkable for its frequent executions, suspicion of poets, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 44.55 billion Johnikeans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The minute government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.8%.

The thriving Johnikean economy, worth a remarkable 3,140 trillion all mighty dollars a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Retail. Average income is 70,485 all mighty dollars, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 203,473 per year while the poor average 19,374, a ratio of 10.5 to 1.

Punitive tariffs protect local industry, all tariffs have been abolished, voting is compulsory, and thousands of cute furry kittens are trampling everything in their path (Johnike has found easter eggs). Crime, especially youth-related, is well under control, thanks to a capable police force. Johnike's national animal is the salesman, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Johnike is ranked 228,273^rd in the world and 31^st in United Nations for Highest Food Quality, scoring 9.45 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.