The Republic of Whiplash is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its state-planned economy, digital currency, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.914 billion Whiplashians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 67.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Whiplashian economy, worth 852 trillion Bolts 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 large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Tourism, and Woodchip Exports. 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 an impressive 123,257 Bolts, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 374,246 per year while the poor average 31,546, a ratio of 11.9 to 1.

Burning yourself alive is not okay but starving and whipping yourself is fine, victims of limb-mauling industrial accidents are told to keep working with their remaining hand, nobody is allowed to stop the local daycare from reading Nietzsche to pre-schoolers, and kilts and cassocks are viewed with suspicion. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Whiplash's national animal is the Robot, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Whiplash is ranked 63,381^st in the world and 16^th in The Battlebox for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 3,996.18 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.