The United Federation of Plisskenstan is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Albert Gallatin with an even hand, and notable for its public floggings, strictly enforced bedtime, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cheerful population of 35.891 billion Plisskenstanians enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The minute government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Education, although Social Policy and Healthcare are also considered important, while Spirituality and Welfare aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Thingamageek. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Plisskenstanian economy, worth a remarkable 7,003 trillion Sponks a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Tourism. Average income is an impressive 195,120 Sponks, with the richest citizens earning 6.9 times as much as the poorest.

Visitors often mistake the toiletplex at music festivals for the main stage, hospital administrators can usually be found scrubbing their floors with toothbrushes, living well is no longer the best kind of revenge, and companies are turning to trained Chupacabras for their most menial jobs. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Plisskenstan's national animal is the Chupacabra, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Plisskenstan is ranked 1,827^th in the world and 26^th in Capitalist Paradise for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 194,925.35 Standard Monetary Units.