The Federation of Ooferian Farmer Army 52 is a massive, orderly nation, renowned for its pith helmet sales, otherworldly petting zoo, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 2.93 billion Ooferian Farmer Army 52ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 31.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Ooferian Farmer Army 52ian economy, worth 165 trillion banks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 56,488 banks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

Many friends and relatives of Leader have been given ambassador jobs in tropical island nations, livestock mutilations are on the rise, wrongful arrests abound as 'criminals' blame the guy next to them, and concert halls sport signs proclaiming "No Shorts, Sandals or Swastikas". Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ooferian Farmer Army 52's national animal is the card, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Ooferian Farmer Army 52 is ranked 169,456^th in the world and 350^th in Oofery for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 63.78 on the Clooney Contribution Index.