The Republic of Rocketfuel32 is a colossal, cultured nation, renowned for its frequent executions, ubiquitous missile silos, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 4.954 billion Rocketfuel32ians 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 large government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Education. The average income tax rate is 66.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Rocketfuel32ian economy, worth 418 trillion Rocketfuels a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Trout Farming, and Tourism. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 84,374 Rocketfuels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Conductors wield diamond-encrusted batons to fit in with their freshly gilded surroundings, hordes of faceless civil servants are running cities, sex offenders find themselves cut off from the ability to repeat their crimes, and minor parties are virtually absent in Parliament. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel32's national animal is the Rocketfuel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Rocketfuel32 is ranked 26,989^th in the world and 22^nd in neck for Nicest Citizens, with 20.7 average smiles per day.