The Autonomous Communes of Ariddia is a behemoth, safe nation, ruled by James Johnson with a fair hand, and remarkable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, absence of drug laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 50.711 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 99.5%.

The enormous but sluggish Ariddian economy, worth a remarkable 3,504 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 69,097 Ariddian credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Foreign leaders are advising that James Johnson's letters must have gotten lost in the mail, courtrooms can be a little sketchy, fixing attendance at women's matches is a matter of "when they go low, we go high... funding", and people with dyslexia are told to tough through it. 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 331,626^th in the world and 2^nd in Snootland for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -33.99 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.