The Sekret of Eurovision Song Contest is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Space Man with an even hand, and remarkable for its daily referendums, smutty television, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 13.007 billion Televoters have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fulenn. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 46.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Eurovision economy, worth a remarkable 2,769 trillion That's Riches a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an amazing 212,905 That's Riches, with the richest citizens earning 8.1 times as much as the poorest.

The entire country is an urban wasteland as the well-to-do commute from space (Eurovision Song Contest has found 5 easter eggs), gun owners are skilled at everything except shooting, the carbon footprint falls along with the human footprint during war, and serial commas clarify the relationship between one's lackeys, the taxpayers, and kinsfolk. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Eurovision Song Contest's national animal is the Stefania, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Eat Your Salad.

Eurovision Song Contest is ranked 3,282^nd in the world and 2^nd in Nesapo for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring 32 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.