The Republic of Brick 101 is a huge, genial nation, renowned for its ban on automobiles, compulsory vegetarianism, and ubiquitous missile silos. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 952 million Brick 101ians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 39.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Brick 101ian economy, worth 77.7 trillion monies 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 black market in Information Technology, Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Retail. 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 81,625 monies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation's diplomatic missives are now delivered via sniper rifle, it is mandatory to learn evolution in schools, teachers regularly paddle unruly students, and back-alley circumcision clinics are popping up all over the nation. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Brick 101's national animal is the money, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Brick 101 is ranked 120,706^th in the world and 16^th in brick wall for Nicest Citizens, with 13.62 average smiles per day.