The Kingdom of Weirtopia is a mammoth, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Supreme Leader Weir with an even hand, and renowned for its infamous sell-swords, smutty television, and absence of drug laws. The compassionate, hard-working, cheerful population of 5.061 billion Weirtopians, 2.679 billion of whom are zombies, have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Weepmore City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 93.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Weirtopian economy, worth a remarkable 1,600 trillion kidneys a year, is quite specialized and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 184,413 kidneys, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 653,917 per year while the poor average 37,514, a ratio of 17.4 to 1.

Concussed femboy foxball players cannot remember their lineup position, the prevalence of circular logic frequently renders parliamentary observers dizzy, expats return home to a government devoid of social and environmental agencies, and the nation's orphanages and maternity wards have been nicknamed 'the Killbot Factories'. Crime is totally unknown. Weirtopia's national animal is the femboy fox, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Faith of the Boykisser.

Weirtopia is ranked 2,840^th in the world and 29^th in Refugia for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 3,239.34 on the Clooney Contribution Index.