The Commonwealth of The Pickle Jar is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Fork McForky Face with an even hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, keen interest in outer space, and compulsory military service. The compassionate population of 12.33 billion Pickle Jarians 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 enormous government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pickled Eggs. The average income tax rate is 87.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Pickle Jarian economy, worth a remarkable 1,295 trillion Bottle Caps a year, is quite specialized and mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Basket Weaving, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 105,056 Bottle Caps, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Justice is blinding, nudity is frowned upon, you need two tenors and a coloratura contralto to sing the national anthem properly, and a byzantine web of conspiracies and secret alliances must be navigated any time legislation is voted upon. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Pickle Jar's national animal is the Small Human, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Atheism.

The Pickle Jar is ranked 6,962^nd in the world and 1^st in The Confederacy of Unified States for Most Beautiful Environments, with 1,957.6 pounds of wildlife per square mile.