The Commonwealth of Mint Chip 39 is a colossal, efficient nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, irreverence towards religion, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 3.101 billion Mint Chip 39ians are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.

The tiny, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Welfare, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 8.0%.

The very strong Mint Chip 39ian economy, worth 140 trillion kronor a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Door-to-door Insurance Sales industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Information Technology. Average income is 45,243 kronor, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 342,508 per year while the poor average 1,678, a ratio of 204 to 1.

Corporate lawyers are switching careers to the more lucrative field of green politics, they unpaved paradise and tore up a parking lot (ooh, bop bop bop), fruit market traders let their stock spoil rather than reduce their prices at the day's end, and Leader's family members carry literal get-out-of-jail-free cards. Crime, especially youth-related, is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Mint Chip 39's national animal is the lion, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Mint Chip 39 is ranked 178,764^th in the world and 9,089^th in Lazarus for Largest Black Market, with 709 billion Standard Monetary Units.