The Dominion of Trouble Nation is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Recidivist with an even hand, and remarkable for its otherworldly petting zoo, irreverence towards religion, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 39.803 billion Trouble Nationians 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 minute, corrupt government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Crematoria. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Trouble Nationian economy, worth an astonishing 19,497 trillion Credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 489,840 Credits, with the richest citizens earning 8.0 times as much as the poorest.

Urban entrepreneurs are busy introducing cockroaches into restaurant kitchens, cotton candy made from genuine cotton cellulose doesn't quite satisfy, escaped birthday balloons are torpedoed out of the sky, and the nation's atlases tend to go out of date every few weeks. Crime is totally unknown. Trouble Nation's national animal is the Hellhound, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Trouble Nation is ranked 3,503^rd in the world and 171^st in The North Pacific for Lowest Crime Rates, with 125.78 law-abiding acts per hour.