The Borderlands of Glaciertop is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by The Lord-Baron with a fair hand, and notable for its daily referendums, public floggings, and complete lack of prisons. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless, devout population of 4.352 billion Glaciertopians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of New Glaciertop. Income tax is unheard of.

The all-consuming Glaciertopian economy, worth a remarkable 1,096 trillion Yeti Toenails a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 251,938 Yeti Toenails, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.1 times as much as the poorest.

Foreign ambassadors closely guard their culinary secrets, the ingredients list for most food products covers the entire surface of the packaging, giggling elementary school newspaper reporters want to know why The Lord-Baron is a silly poophead, and dictionaries have tripled in size listing alternative spellings. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Glaciertop's national animal is the Yeti, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Yetism.

Glaciertop is ranked 328,908^th in the world and 1^st in Santas Workshop for Nicest Citizens, with 0.19 average smiles per day.