The Eternal Misfortune of Pallidonia is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by absolutely nobody with a fair hand, and remarkable for its flagrant waste-dumping, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and daily referendums. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 21.116 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 8,738 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 413,812 Horses, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,976,779 per year while the poor average 18,528, a ratio of 160 to 1.

It turns out that money can buy you happiness, major archaeological findings are frequently bulldozed to make way for new buildings, chest pains are considered part of the dining experience in Pallidonian restaurants, and the Museum of Blackacrean War Crimes is located on "Blackacre Did Nothing Wrong Avenue". 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 303,797^th in the world and 36^th in Pencil Sharpeners Puppet Storage for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring -82.34 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.