The Republic of Mon Sire is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its unlimited-speed roads, strictly enforced bedtime, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 5.809 billion Mon Sireans 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, liberal, pro-business government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Mon Sirean economy, worth a remarkable 1,862 trillion Kwachas a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 320,593 Kwachas, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,982,230 per year while the poor average 22,436, a ratio of 88.3 to 1.

MS-SPAN viewership drops as MPs act their age, constituents prefer a carrot and boomstick approach to dealing with politicians, it's believed that women's brains will overheat if they think for themselves, and unshaven men are viewed with suspicion in courts of law. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Mon Sire's national animal is the elephant, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Mon Sire is ranked 294,253^rd in the world and 7,260^th in the Rejected Realms for Lowest Crime Rates, with 1.89 law-abiding acts per hour.