The Democratic Republic of Itsark is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Eisenberg o gato with a fair hand, and notable for its museums and concert halls, pith helmet sales, and compulsory military service. The compassionate, democratic population of 4.843 billion Itsarques love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The enormous, corrupt, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Healthcare, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Itsariania. The average income tax rate is 80.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Itsarkian economy, worth 470 trillion miaus 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, highly specialized black market in Trout Farming, Book Publishing, Soda Sales, and Cheese 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 97,107 miaus, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The sky (and your feet) are the limit, terrorists are on a first name basis with the officials that stamp their passports, racial and religious segregation has become rife as the various groups are loath to mingle, and confessions don't count if suffixed with "izzle". Crime is totally unknown. Itsark's national animal is the Gato Branco, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Itsark is ranked 24,291^st in the world and 1,391^st in Osiris for Nicest Citizens, with 20.7 average smiles per day.