The Federation of The C C is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Connor Claim with an iron fist, and renowned for its burgeoning jay population. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 20.98 billion C Cians 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, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, International Aid, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of C City. The average income tax rate is 41.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but underdeveloped C Cian economy, worth 322 trillion Dollars a year, is highly specialized and mostly made up of the Gambling industry, with significant contributions from Beef-Based Agriculture, Woodchip Exports, and Retail. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 15,364 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Citizens are enjoying a recent large cut in taxes, C-ism has been named as The C C's national religion, The C C has designated C City as its capital city, and Connor Claim has just been declared ruler of The C C in an international press conference. Crime is relatively low, thanks to a capable police force. The C C's national animal is the jay, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is C-ism.

The C C is ranked 193,545^th in the world and 6^th in Tratado Bandeirante for Lowest Crime Rates, with 57.27 law-abiding acts per hour.