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The Evil Talking Heads of BloosCorn is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Homeless Legions with an iron fist, and remarkable for its parental licensing program. Its compassionate, cynical population of 2.539 billion are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, the Environment, and Defence. It meets every day to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Chevron down the Block. The average income tax rate is 100%. The private sector is almost wholly made up of enterprising fourteen-year-old boys selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out.

A government program is underway to revitalize BloosCorn's beaches, psychological disorders are a taboo subject, otherwise healthy people are being sent to internment camps because they have VODAIS, and parents must choose their children's names from a government-mandated master list. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. BloosCorn's national animal is the Fat Cow, which is also the nation's favorite main course, its national religion is Fat Cow Worship, and its currency is the Corn.

BloosCorn is ranked 56th in the region and 53,952nd in the world for Largest Basket Weaving Sector.