The Who Is Your Daddy of Nodin is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Padwick with an iron fist, and remarkable for its anti-smoking policies, infamous sell-swords, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 36.012 billion Nodinians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government is primarily concerned with Defense, although Industry, Education, and Environment are also considered important, while Social Policy and Welfare aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Frickenhausen. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Nodinian economy, worth a remarkable 8,241 trillion $$s a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Retail. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an amazing 228,856 $$s, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,402,057 per year while the poor average 16,395, a ratio of 85.5 to 1.

Labour strikes are routinely squashed by police, the strong are acquitted and the weak are trampled in trial by a prairie oyster, citizens are deployed to barren deserts to protect small territorial claims, and aggravated apostrophe abusers are admonished and assaulted. Crime is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Nodin's national animal is the prairie oyster, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Aubrey-Maturinism.

Nodin is ranked 6,849^th in the world and 1^st in BLITZKRIEG for Most Beautiful Environments, with 1,973.56 pounds of wildlife per square mile.