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The Republic of Block me out is a colossal, genial nation, notable for its pith helmet sales, compulsory gun ownership, and suspicion of poets. The cynical, devout population of 3.108 billion Block me outians 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 relatively small, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 19.3%.

The strong Block me outian economy, worth 220 trillion good riddances a year, is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 71,090 good riddances, with the richest citizens earning 6.1 times as much as the poorest.

Block me out City's main city thoroughfare has been blocked by a row of leyland cypresses that mysteriously appeared overnight, school football matches are usually five-a-side, only those who apply can study applied maths, and money is being desperately pumped into the ruined economy. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Block me out's national animal is the good riddance, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Block me out is ranked 280,889^th in the world and 2^nd in Fredonia for Most Cultured, scoring 56 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.