The Dominion of Weir is a huge, orderly nation, ruled by Weir with an iron fist, and notable for its parental licensing program, national health service, and enslaved workforce. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 999 million Weirians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tail City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 69.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Weirian economy, worth 119 trillion tailcoins a year, is quite specialized and led by the Trout Farming industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 119,237 tailcoins, with the richest citizens earning 5.7 times as much as the poorest.

Creating dance remixes is the newest form of conspicuous consumption, the ban on cars has been repealed, half-submerged and flooded seaside hotels are technically still next to the beach, and twins move across the country to avoid being accused of the other's crimes. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Weir's national animal is the foxcoon, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Weir is ranked 182,369^th in the world and 169^th in Refugia for Highest Drug Use, scoring 104.82 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.