The Grand Bazaar of Capitalist Paradise is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Ayn Rand's ghost with a fair hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 41.563 billion Capitalist Paradiseans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, liberal, outspoken individuals prioritizes Education, with Defense and Law & Order also on the agenda, while Social Policy and Environment are ignored. Income tax is unheard of.

The powerhouse Capitalist Paradisean economy, worth a remarkable 8,788 trillion simoleons a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is quite specialized and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Pizza Delivery, Uranium Mining, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 211,462 simoleons, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Corporations claim the third ounce of any metal traded in a wicker-cone on the Sunday of a full moon as a charitable expense, citizens are allowed to rise or fall based on their own merits, families burn Ayn Rand's ghost's latest official photograph to keep warm, and most ambassadors from Capitalist Paradise retire only a few years after being appointed. Crime is totally unknown. Capitalist Paradise's national animal is the donkey, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Capitalist Paradise is ranked 242,371^st in the world and 6,659^th in the Rejected Realms for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring zero on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.