The Ruined Afternoon of My Son Refusing to Nap is a massive, genial nation, renowned for its ritual sacrifices, ubiquitous missile silos, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, devout population of 2.312 billion My Son Refusing to Napians are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 72.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The thriving My Son Refusing to Napian economy, worth 212 trillion Daddy's Patiences a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Trout Farming, and Furniture Restoration. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 91,828 Daddy's Patiences, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The traditional Violetist dish of stuffed sheep's head is served with an intense look of shock upon its face, murderers frequently escape punishment by claiming they were protecting their honour, economic output is rising as the chronically depressed are persuaded not to burden society, and programmes of questionable content are shown at peak-hours. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. My Son Refusing to Nap's national animal is the Daddy's Dignity, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

My Son Refusing to Nap is ranked 49,597^th in the world and 2^nd in Meme Time for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 92.81 on the Bus Surprisal Index.