The Hellish Realm of Clutch2 is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by The Almighty Clutch with an iron fist, and remarkable for its prohibition of alcohol, free-roaming dinosaurs, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 45.465 billion Clutchans are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Clutchington. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Clutch2ian economy, worth an astonishing 22,615 trillion testicals a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with significant contributions from Woodchip Exports, Automobile Manufacturing, and Retail. Black market activity is frequent. Average income is an amazing 497,431 testicals, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,736,690 per year while the poor average 45,865, a ratio of 59.7 to 1.

Napalm is the tool of choice for disabling eco-unfriendly forestry operations, there's a mortuary next to every Clutch2ian restaurant, jackboots have given the boot to the nobility, and the police have nothing to do with the increasing number of 'disappeared'. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force. Clutch2's national animal is the land pirranah, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is the worship of Almighty Clutch.

Clutch2 is ranked 291,135^th in the world and 4^th in Lake golumania for Safest, scoring 2.76 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.