The Confederal Theocracy of Polis Diamonil is a massive, genial nation, ruled by a confederacy of regional allotments with an even hand, and renowned for its state-planned economy, vat-grown people, and absence of drug laws. The compassionate population of 1.654 billion peacock gryphons are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The large, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Conceptual Metagenographics. The average income tax rate is 70.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse avian economy, worth 160 trillion Litherusk Doves a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Basket Weaving, Automobile Manufacturing, and Cheese Exports. Average income is 96,955 Litherusk Doves, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Grandparents tell young ones tales of the good old days when people had cake on their birthday, a sledgehammer and a spray can are seen as the default tools of political debate, cogitators and mass debaters are skiving off work to hang around the National Symposium Park, and the government's official position on invasive species is 'who cares?'. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Polis Diamonil's national animal is the avian lost in wilderness, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Polis Diamonil is ranked 94,149^th in the world and 9^th in Rain Falling In a Digital Void for Most Authoritarian, with 682.22 milliStalins.