The Peafowl Conglomerate of Peacockastan is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Peter Finch with a fair hand, and remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, smutty television, and zero percent divorce rate. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 12.054 billion Peacockians 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, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pavo. The average income tax rate is 2.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Peacockian economy, worth a remarkable 2,087 trillion Pea Peas 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 Retail, Soda Sales, and Information Technology. Average income is an impressive 173,216 Pea Peas, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

The government believes there is no problem that raising taxes won't fix, trade policy consists of ganging up on the new guy, the traditional Violetist dish of stuffed sheep's head is served with an intense look of shock upon its face, and the nation threatens sanctions on islands only visible at low tide. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Peacockastan's national animal is the Peacock, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is The Way of The Feather.

Peacockastan is ranked 18,534^th in the world and 33^rd in Lands End for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 292.63 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.