The Republic of Rocketfuel7 is a colossal, cultured nation, renowned for its enslaved workforce, pith helmet sales, and frequent executions. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 4.785 billion Rocketfuel7ians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 61.0%.

The powerhouse Rocketfuel7ian economy, worth 462 trillion rockets a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Information Technology. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 96,729 rockets, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.8 times as much as the poorest.

The combined alert sound of a nation simultaneously receiving a text message is a common cause of hearing damage, anything is permissible when wearing latex gloves, weird kids who eat bugs are breaking the law, and the rich are once again pinching pennies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel7's national animal is the rocket, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Rocketfuel7 is ranked 141,124^th in the world and 2^nd in Foxes for Largest Populations, with 4.79 billion capita.