The Hilarious Autonomic Mayhem of Winquila is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Our Most Beloved and Enlightened Master with a fair hand, and renowned for its strictly enforced bedtime, infamous sell-swords, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 38.022 billion Winquilans 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 minute, corrupt, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Education, with Spirituality, Law & Order, and Defense also on the agenda, while Social Policy and International Aid are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Dystopia. The average income tax rate is 3.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Winquilan economy, worth a remarkable 5,974 trillion Maravedis a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Retail, Book Publishing, and Gambling. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an impressive 157,127 Maravedis, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

Children gain their first sex education from reading the dictionary, nose plugs are the latest Winquilan fashion accessory, government bureaucrats review designs for birdhouses to ensure they do not block the views of neighbors, and class action lawsuits have gone up in smoke thanks to government interference. Crime, especially youth-related, is pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Winquila's national animal is the Ivelina, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is The Dystopian Rite of Free Winquilanism.

Winquila is ranked 331,374^th in the world and 78^th in Catholic for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring -20 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.