The Mercurial Borderlands of Barometers is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Zeus with an iron fist, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, parental licensing program, and complete lack of public education. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 26.116 billion Barometrians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Thunderdome. The average income tax rate is 48.7%.

The strong Barometrian economy, worth a remarkable 1,373 trillion icicles a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Basket Weaving, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 52,592 icicles, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.4 times as much as the poorest.

Teams of painters are converting road signs from horse lengths to kilometers, the military recognizes no difference between male and female soldiers, environmental protestors are being rounded up and taken away in sinister black vans as a massive land development campaign gets underway, and the 'kind of scrawny' 500 meter hurdle is a popular event. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. Barometers's national animal is the sharknado, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways, and its national religion is solipsism.

Barometers is ranked 148,970^th in the world and 64^th in Equilism for Most Primitive, scoring -53.45 on the Scary Big Number Scale.