The Republic of Molies40 is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its smutty television, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.341 billion Molies40ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 69.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Molies40ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,962 trillion kronor a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Information Technology, and Woodchip Exports. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 267,313 kronor, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.1 times as much as the poorest.

Thousands of children die every day from easily curable illnesses, it's widely agreed that to tennis players love means nothing, students who refuse to pray are expelled from school, and the only soporific permitted during sermons is the preacher's voice. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Molies40's national animal is the falcon, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Molies40 is ranked 252,146^th in the world and 8,650^th in Balder for Most Primitive, scoring -159.34 on the Scary Big Number Scale.