The Miraculous Miracle of Miraclia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by President-for-life Ronald T Dump with an iron fist, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, aversion to nipples, and avowedly heterosexual populace. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 36.389 billion Miraclians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The minute, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Social Policy and Environment not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Miraclia City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Miraclian economy, worth an astonishing 21,037 trillion Monits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Automobile Manufacturing, and Retail. Average income is a breathtaking 578,137 Monits, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,697,650 per year while the poor average 37,008, a ratio of 99.9 to 1.

The government has been criticized for giving away Miraclia's territory to anyone who claims it, the secret ingredient is love (and MSG), it is said that a Miraclian woman's work is never done, and people who have never eaten chicken are told it tastes a bit like crocodile. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Miraclia's national animal is the spotted lionfish, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Miraclian Catholic.

Miraclia is ranked 68^th in the world and 3^rd in Texas for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 578,137.8 Standard Monetary Units.