The Holy Empire of Ole Munch is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, disturbing lack of elderly people, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 1.928 billion Ole Munchians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fargo. The average income tax rate is 67.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Ole Munchian economy, worth 274 trillion Biscuits a year, is led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 142,372 Biscuits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Late night adverts for breast milk co-ops regularly win pornography industry awards, Fargo's main city thoroughfare has been blocked by a row of leyland cypresses that mysteriously appeared overnight, imprisonment is the leading cause of disownment, and sex changes are routinely performed at Ole Munch's hospitals. Crime is a serious problem. Ole Munch's national animal is the Tiger, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Ole Munch is ranked 262,915^th in the world and 68^th in Philosophers for Most Conservative, scoring 35.25 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.