The Republic of Wilkshire is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by President Paul Williams with a fair hand, and remarkable for its anti-smoking policies, punitive income tax rates, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 37.436 billion Wilkshireans love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Environment, Education, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Vasbury. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Wilkshirean economy, worth an astonishing 10,382 trillion wilkoes a year, is extremely specialized and mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 277,340 wilkoes, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Replacement organs are grown in vats, ritual mummification is making a comeback, CEOs can't hear the term 'Fire Sale' without bursting into tears, and lobbyists are trying to convince government to recategorize most natural disasters as "non-critical naturogenic inconveniences". Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wilkshire's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wilkshire is ranked 207,315^th in the world and 9,146^th in The North Pacific for Most Avoided, scoring 0.1 on the Kardashian Reflex Score.