The Republic of Neale Junction is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by King Rankmore with an iron fist, and notable for its closed borders, prohibition of alcohol, and ritual sacrifices. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 15.411 billion Neale Junctionians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Spirituality, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Neale Junction City. The average income tax rate is 77.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Neale Junctionian economy, worth a remarkable 2,146 trillion Dollars a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 139,286 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation's youth would rather watch paint dry than the news, kindergartners' favourite dance move is the stop-drop-and-roll, returning vacationers often find that their property is now a construction site, and the navy's new flotilla is gonna be a thrilla. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Neale Junction's national animal is the Wallaby, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is a major religion.

Neale Junction is ranked 7,628^th in the world and 7^th in Australia for Highest Economic Output, with 2,146 trillion Standard Monetary Units.