The Clumsiness of Fumblings is a titanic, cultured nation, ruled by H P Lovecraft IV with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, smutty television, and enslaved workforce. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 18.913 billion Fumblingsians 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, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Administration, and Industry also on the agenda, while Spirituality is ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fiddlesburgh. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 71.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Fumblingsian economy, worth a remarkable 4,166 trillion fiddlesticks a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Book Publishing, and Information Technology. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 220,314 fiddlesticks, with the richest citizens earning 6.6 times as much as the poorest.

Postmen have been arrested in job lots for selling junk mail as home insulation, art is not complete without a touch of alizarin blood and titanium sweat, the value of the fiddlestick is directly tied to the strength of the previous hurricane season, and sporting events are the biggest source of funding for Fumblingsian schools. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fumblings's national animal is the common sense, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Beeboism.

Fumblings is ranked 24,609^th in the world and 2^nd in Jethnea for Most Cultured, scoring 82 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.