The Democratic Republic of Itsark is a mammoth, efficient nation, ruled by Eisenberg o gato with a fair hand, and remarkable for its unlimited-speed roads, pith helmet sales, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, democratic population of 9.984 billion Itsarques are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, corrupt, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Itsariania. The average income tax rate is 89.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Itsarkian economy, worth a remarkable 1,096 trillion miaus 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 large, well-organized, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Book Publishing, Cheese Exports, and Soda Sales. 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 an impressive 109,860 miaus, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Doctors recommend a daily intake of a cupful of coins, bug burgers are extra crunchy, the minority inevitably have their addenda vetoed, and it is illegal to brush crumbs off your clothing outdoors. Crime is totally unknown. Itsark's national animal is the Gato Branco, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Itsark is ranked 222,022^nd in the world and 11,784^th in Lazarus for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 4,980.32 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.