The Rather Inhospitable Interior of An Actual Hurricane is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by legendary forces of nature with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, suspicion of poets, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 4.933 billion air particles live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of the Eye. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 2.6%.

The frighteningly efficient blustery economy, worth 525 trillion Saffir-Simpsons a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is quite specialized and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is an impressive 106,595 Saffir-Simpsons, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 840,944 per year while the poor average 3,323, a ratio of 253 to 1.

Chanting protestors ask "WHAT DO WE WANT?" and reply "MORE OF THE SAME", pawn shop reality shows dominate basic cable, the government is a proud sponsor of the National Gaming Association, and a citizen who thinks a slave is a deadbeat is entitled to make the descriptor literally true. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. An Actual Hurricane's national animal is the fleeing tourist, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

An Actual Hurricane is ranked 227,111^th in the world and 1^st in Legendary Forces of Nature for Most Patriotic, with 0.38 Flags saluted per person per day.