The Rick of Just wanna tell you how im feeling is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by Rick with an iron fist, and renowned for its prohibition of alcohol, disturbing lack of elderly people, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 5.364 billion Just wanna tell you how im feelingians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rick. The average income tax rate is 56.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Just wanna tell you how im feelingian economy, worth 581 trillion Ricks a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Cheese Exports, and Furniture Restoration. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 108,475 Ricks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.1 times as much as the poorest.

A violent scene on television results in mass mobilization of the National Guard, the nation's navy has been named the scourge of the seven thousand seas, job satisfaction is a luxury many Just wanna tell you how im feelingians can't afford, and golden statues of Ricks line the memorial avenues of the Funerary District. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Just wanna tell you how im feeling's national animal is the Rick, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Just wanna tell you how im feeling is ranked 37,189^th in the world and 78^th in The Funian Puppet Region for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 1,683.98 on the Societal Mobility Rating.