The Republic of The Wringer is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its smutty television, suspicion of poets, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 1.544 billion Wringerians enjoy great individual freedoms in everything except elections, which, where they exist at all, are populist shams for a dictatorship government that has no intention of ever giving up power.

The minute, liberal, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Education, with Spirituality, Law & Order, and Healthcare also on the agenda, while Social Policy and International Aid aren't funded at all. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 6.0%.

The strong Wringerian economy, worth 86.7 trillion Drips a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Information Technology. Average income is 56,159 Drips, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 181,499 per year while the poor average 13,131, a ratio of 13.8 to 1.

Emergency services don't respond to trailer park fires, citizens must pay to enjoy The Wringer's pristine beaches, preschoolers outnumber veteran politicians in government, and thousands of picky mothers-in-law have been recruited to serve as even pickier cookery instructors. Crime is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. The Wringer's national animal is the Constrictor, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The Wringer is ranked 17,118^th in the world and 3^rd in Puppet Containment Facility for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 7,392.56 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.