The United States of Colider is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by mono sonver with an iron fist, and remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 36.977 billion Coliderians are free to succeed or fail in life on their own merits; the successful tend to enjoy an opulent (but moralistic) lifestyle, while the failures can be seen crowding out most jails.

The relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of pilon supron. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 67.4%.

The powerhouse Coliderian economy, worth a remarkable 9,285 trillion politics a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 251,123 politics, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,423,744 per year while the poor average 21,655, a ratio of 65.7 to 1.

Museums have more touchscreens on display than artifacts, politicians spend more time in courtrooms than in Parliament, the silencing of dissent speaks volumes about the quality of Coliderian democracy, and more sidewalk is dedicated to animals than people. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. Colider's national animal is the sugar glider, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is union of the hyper terpect.

Colider is ranked 245,305^th in the world and 3,014^th in the West Pacific for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring -5.68 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.