The Republic of Gatchatopia is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its closed borders, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.04 billion Gatchatopians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Administration, with Industry and Healthcare also on the agenda, while Education and Law & Order aren't funded at all. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Gatchatopian economy, worth a remarkable 2,126 trillion currencies a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Uranium Mining, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 264,450 currencies, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,456,472 per year while the poor average 2,640, a ratio of 930 to 1.

Citizens must pay to enjoy Gatchatopia's pristine beaches, blind dates tend to result in bruised shins, sweet-toothed Gatchatopians have been left penniless by the VAT on candy, and there's nothing more gay than bleeding for your nation. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Gatchatopia's national animal is the animal, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Gatchatopia is ranked 225,448^th in the world and 50^th in Vickenian experiment incubator for Most Conservative, scoring 47 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.