The Holy Empire of The Vangards of Discourse is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Heap Big Boss with a fair hand, and renowned for its parental licensing program, rampant corporate plagiarism, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 22.395 billion Vangards of Discourseans are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 98.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Vangards of Discoursean economy, worth a remarkable 2,656 trillion Vanfulersens a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Tourism and Information Technology. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is an impressive 118,616 Vanfulersens, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Widow Twankey complains about being "cancelled", the new coalition government has 99 problems and can't agree on how to fix one, it is mandatory to learn evolution in schools, and if there's something strange in your neighborhood you call Brancaland. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Vangards of Discourse's national animal is the Cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The Vangards of Discourse is ranked 3,509^th in the world and 91^st in the South Pacific for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 63.69 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.