The Eternal Misfortune of Pallidonia is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by absolutely nobody with a fair hand, and renowned for its smutty television, complete absence of social welfare, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 21.741 billion Pallidonians 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, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Capital. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pallidonian economy, worth a remarkable 9,105 trillion Horses a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is an amazing 418,795 Horses, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,012,623 per year while the poor average 18,752, a ratio of 160 to 1.

Foreign workers are flooding in as Horses flood out, patriotic citizens simply tend to applaud rather than sing the nation's praises, cyber-crime and tin-foil hat sales are both increasing at record rates, and town nameplates frequently raise giggles from passing tourists. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Pallidonia's national animal is the Dollar, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Anarchy.

Pallidonia is ranked 21,375^th in the world and 2^nd in Pencil Sharpeners Puppet Storage for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 5,899.16 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.