The Republic of Rocketfuel2 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its soft-spoken computers, ubiquitous missile silos, and public floggings. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 4.895 billion Rocketfuel2ians 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, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 42.2%.

The powerhouse Rocketfuel2ian economy, worth 382 trillion rockets 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 Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Woodchip Exports. 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 78,135 rockets, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

Scientists who publish a non-reproducible result are tarred and feathered, the government is pouring money into 'Operation Enduring Democracy', raccoons are plump and satiated, and scientists take credit every time it rains in House Boucher. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel2's national animal is the rocket, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Rocketfuel2 is ranked 49,917^th in the world and 49^th in House Boucher for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 92.15 on the Bus Surprisal Index.