The Republic of Old Aweic Wirs is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Erich Von Rerugen with a fair hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, otherworldly petting zoo, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 3.563 billion Old Aweic Wirsians enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Wruuhvale. The average income tax rate is 71.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Old Aweic Wirsian economy, worth 491 trillion dollars a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Retail, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 137,984 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

Dancing with your first cousin is a misdemeanor, healthcare workers are flummoxed over the spike in foreign tourists with sudden-onset heart disease, foreign despots proudly bandstand on Old Aweic Wirsian airwaves, and bread-gangs raid restaurant waste bins to stockpile uneaten rolls. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Old Aweic Wirs's national animal is the wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Old Aweic Wirs is ranked 105,120^th in the world and 302^nd in Europeia for Most Stationary, with 154.81947035992 days.