The Flames of TheBalrogsWhip is a gargantuan, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, hatred of cheese, and suspicion of poets. The cynical population of 16.112 billion TheBalrogsWhipians 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 enormous, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 55.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but sluggish TheBalrogsWhipian economy, worth 295 trillion Dwarven Skulls 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 slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, Uranium Mining, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. 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 18,360 Dwarven Skulls, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Scenic mountain valleys are flooded with water as damming projects get underway, political activists are routinely executed, the government's religious works are headed by a New Age guru, and scientists regularly clone human beings for research purposes. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. TheBalrogsWhip's national animal is the Goblins, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

TheBalrogsWhip is ranked 88,347^th in the world and 37^th in Middle Earth for Most Corrupt Governments, with 17.58 kickbacks per hour.