The Drunken Tyranny of Drunkerland is a titanic, orderly nation, ruled by Egglin Dankworth with an iron fist, and notable for its pith helmet sales, infamous sell-swords, and disturbing lack of elderly people. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 17.171 billion Bums are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Bum City. The average income tax rate is 2.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Drunkerlandian economy, worth a remarkable 3,958 trillion Bird Droppings a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Basket Weaving, and Furniture Restoration. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 230,505 Bird Droppings, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

Small shoes often wash up on the beach, male celebrity chefs are laughed at for their lack of manliness, the banshee wail foretells skies of death, and shipping canals are a bit like unimaginative cheese shops -- filled with debris. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force. Drunkerland's national animal is the Drunk Pig, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Communism.

Drunkerland is ranked 314,312^th in the world and 102^nd in The Glorious Nations of Iwaku for Most Secular, with 0.09 Atheism Rate.