The Holy Empire of Anti Fun is a small, socially progressive nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 45 million phonebook readers 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 tiny, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Education, and Public Transport. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 6.7%.

The very strong Anti Funian economy, worth 3.06 trillion borings a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 67,934 borings, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 229,101 per year while the poor average 14,913, a ratio of 15.4 to 1.

The Anti Fun Enquirer offers weekly cash prizes for 'most blasphemous song, story, or cartoon', the media seems excessively interested in what Leader is wearing this season, charity workers dole out hardtack from behind designer sunglasses, and traveller camps regularly block five-lane superhighways. Crime is a major problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Anti Fun's national animal is the gnat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Anti Fun is ranked 27,337^th in the world and 589^th in the South Pacific for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 63,382.55 Standard Monetary Units.