The Terrible Swift Sword of Thighman is a gargantuan, efficient nation, notable for its keen interest in outer space, compulsory military service, and avant-garde cinema. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 28.768 billion Thighmanians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 58.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Thighmanian economy, worth a remarkable 2,526 trillion pounds of flesh 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 a slick, highly efficient, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Book Publishing, and Uranium Mining. 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 87,823 pounds of flesh, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Access to the woods is only granted to those who bring a small shrubbery, scientists recently cloned the long-extinct feather-bellied ^-^, sales of disinfectant wipes have skyrocketed, and citizens seem fixated on 105m x 45m rectangles. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Thighman's national animal is the ^-^, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Thighman is ranked 60,479^th in the world and 1^st in Espana for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 17,461.98 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.