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“Mottos are lame.”

The Republic of Disloved Rock Bands is a massive, socially progressive nation, ruled by Mr Mohawk with an even hand, and remarkable for its hatred of cheese. Its compassionate, hard-working population of 2.516 billion enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, liberal government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of the Environment, Education, and Social Welfare. It meets every day to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Crazy Town. 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.

Radio shows frequently feature people denouncing religion, graffiti graces every city's streets, all beauty contests have been banned, and pharmacies close down as medicinal drugs are sold freely by the government. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is crippling, and the police force struggles against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Disloved Rock Bands's national animal is the dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the circle things.

Disloved Rock Bands is ranked 24th in the region and 1,371st in the world for Highest Unemployment Rates.