The Republic of Another Happy Landing is a mammoth, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its public floggings, enslaved workforce, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 9.019 billion Another Happy Landingians are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 58.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Another Happy Landingian economy, worth 574 trillion galactic credits 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 black market in Cheese Exports, Beef-Based Agriculture, Furniture Restoration, 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 63,675 galactic credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

Leader's media campaigns take a hiatus around exam week, high school bands practice by moonlight, veteran cops reminisce over their heavy armor days, and children have nightmares about the eerie red glow and constant whirring of newly-installed machines. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Another Happy Landing's national animal is the spacecraft, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Another Happy Landing is ranked 274,783^rd in the world and 86^th in Paperwork for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -7.29 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.