The Celestial Frontier Gold of North Weeklingz is a mammoth, socially progressive nation, ruled by oops she was lost in space with a fair hand, and renowned for its compulsory military service, infamous sell-swords, and flagrant waste-dumping. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 5.688 billion Weeklingzians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The large, corrupt, outspoken government prioritizes Defense, although Education, Administration, and Industry are also considered important, while Spirituality and International Aid aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Stars. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 74.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Weeklingzian economy, worth 717 trillion Oxygenairs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology and Book Publishing. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 126,065 Oxygenairs, with the richest citizens earning 8.7 times as much as the poorest.

People who have never eaten chicken are told it tastes a bit like crocodile, calisthenics is a well-known tax-dodging technique, children need to wear helmets and safety harnesses before mounting a carousel horse, and citizens live in superstitious fear of the mysterious glowing clouds that float over North Weeklingz. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. North Weeklingz's national animal is the bat, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Astrolololology.

North Weeklingz is ranked 304,371^st in the world and 14^th in Icor for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring -11.45 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.