The Republic of Rocketfuel67 is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its public floggings, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed population of 4.779 billion Rocketfuel67ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 12.1%.

The thriving Rocketfuel67ian economy, worth 278 trillion Rocketfuels a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Automobile Manufacturing, and Basket Weaving. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 58,089 Rocketfuels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.5 times as much as the poorest.

Structures are raised on promises, R-SPAN viewership drops as MPs act their age, the government is denying reports that criminals injected with experimental drugs have turned into monstrous supervillains, and veteran cops reminisce over their heavy armor days. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel67's national animal is the Rocketfuel, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Rocketfuel67 is ranked 85,400^th in the world and 164^th in neck for Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector, scoring 7,380.94 on the Charon Conveyancy Index.