The Autonomous Communes of Ariddia is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by James Johnson with a fair hand, and renowned for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, punitive income tax rates, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 41.623 billion Ariddians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Environment, Education, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rêvane. The average income tax rate is 99.4%.

The enormous but sluggish Ariddian economy, worth a remarkable 2,874 trillion Ariddian credits a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 69,056 Ariddian credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

50% of adverts on children's television are for clothes made of cotton wool, citizens can only enjoy the splendor of the natural world in designated 'Majesty Appreciation' zones, kindergarten teachers with ankle-bracelets are closely supervised by their parole officers, and foreign leaders are advising that James Johnson's letters must have gotten lost in the mail. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ariddia's national animal is the platypus, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Ariddia is ranked 35,826^th in the world and 1^st in Snootland for Highest Drug Use, scoring 104 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.