The Matriarchy of PlanetPunk is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Dark Lord with a fair hand, and renowned for its smutty television, lack of airports, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 6.307 billion Punkers love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Punkium. The average income tax rate is 50.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient PlanetPunkian economy, worth a remarkable 1,093 trillion Bonks a year, is highly specialized and mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 173,375 Bonks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The diplomatic corps stinks, citizens are exhausted from weekly general elections, 50% of adverts on children's television are for clothes made of cotton wool, and the country is rumored to be a Brancalandian puppet state. Crime is totally unknown. PlanetPunk's national animal is the Slug, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Deitydenial.

PlanetPunk is ranked 72,429^th in the world and 3,754^th in The North Pacific for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring 1,374.99 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.