The Horny and Proudful Community of Cancerous Memeboys is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Random Council led by The Greatest JD with an iron fist, and remarkable for its parental licensing program, frequent executions, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 8.296 billion Memeboys 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Education, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Private Polygon. The average income tax rate is 42.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Memeboyish economy, worth 932 trillion cancerous spanks a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 112,452 cancerous spanks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.3 times as much as the poorest.

Wildlife have trouble navigating the electric fences surrounding national forests, open-casket funerals are avoided at all cost, government theft from poor artists to give to rich allies has been dubbed the "reverse Robin Hood" policy, and Memeboyish watches list strained wrists as a common side effect. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Cancerous Memeboys's national animal is the angry beaver, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Absolutely Free Marketism of Death.

Cancerous Memeboys is ranked 13,471^st in the world and 1^st in States of Spiritual Incarceration for Largest Basket Weaving Sector, scoring 6,669.43 on the Hickory Productivity Index.