The United States of Printer965 is a colossal, efficient nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, deadly medical pandemics, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.416 billion Printer965ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 76.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Printer965ian economy, worth 801 trillion cards a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Retail, and Automobile Manufacturing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 148,007 cards, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 455,600 per year while the poor average 37,145, a ratio of 12.3 to 1.

New government leaflets tell coeliac children to eat more crisps, the nation's industries are scrambling to switch to biodegradable plastics, bargain hunters descend on disaster zones for a quick spot of grocery shopping, and fighter pilots crash out of the air after failing to understand their foreign instruction manuals. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer965's national animal is the legendary, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Printer965 is ranked 264,467^th in the world and 327^th in Two for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 40.94 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.