The Republic of Neale Junction is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by King Rankmore with an iron fist, and renowned for its prohibition of alcohol, hatred of cheese, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 18.268 billion Neale Junctionians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Neale Junction City. The average income tax rate is 79.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Neale Junctionian economy, worth a remarkable 2,648 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 145,002 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government spends more on chasing distant comets than on basic infrastructure, wrongful arrests abound as 'criminals' blame the guy next to them, goldfish bowls are three metres in diameter, and kids looking for shark teeth have become ancient history. 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 is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is a major religion.

Neale Junction is ranked 10,433^rd in the world and 6^th in Australia for Most Influential, scoring 5,139 on the Soft Power Disbursement Rating.