The Psychedelic Community of Hippies is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by That Hippie Over There with an even hand, and remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, irreverence towards religion, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 22.989 billion Hippiesians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Haight-Ashbury. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Hippiesian economy, worth a remarkable 5,569 trillion hits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology and Tourism. Average income is an amazing 242,272 hits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Everyone wants to be on the guest list for diplomatic parties, there has been a rapid increase of noise complaints over the sound of buzzing bees, space research funding has hit a recent high while several military bases are being closed down, and libraries are now installed with jacuzzis and mini-bars. Crime is totally unknown. Hippies's national animal is the dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Peace.

Hippies is ranked 1,135^th in the world and 1^st in Hippies for Highest Food Quality, scoring 343.75 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.