The Republic of Wingstone is a tiny, genial nation, renowned for its rampant corporate plagiarism, irreverence towards religion, and spontaneously combusting cars. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic population of 14 million Wingstoneans enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Welfare, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.7%.

The very strong Wingstonean economy, worth 1.18 trillion Bolts a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Trout Farming, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is 84,144 Bolts, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 275,365 per year while the poor average 19,316, a ratio of 14.3 to 1.

The government struggles to keep up with the endless list of petrol disasters, the seventh son of a seventh son is fated to be a millionaire, newly synthesized elements' half-lives are a million times shorter than the time it takes to say their names, and farting etiquette is taught in schools. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Wingstone's national animal is the Boeing 747, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wingstone is ranked 82,580^th in the world and 987^th in the South Pacific for Highest Average Incomes, with 84,144.3 Standard Monetary Units.