The Fiefdom of Vidare is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Fearless Leader with an iron fist, and remarkable for its strictly enforced bedtime, complete lack of prisons, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 47.063 billion Vidareans are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Dis. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 86.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Vidarean economy, worth an astonishing 15,866 trillion large shiny coins a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Trout Farming, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 337,126 large shiny coins, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,125,127 per year while the poor average 3,449, a ratio of 906 to 1.

Military spending recently hit a new high, Vidare's schoolchildren are manufactured into a segregated bunch of soldiers, religious zealots, and computer technicians, the dead are minced up and sold to people in burger form, and a typical fast food menu item could serve a small army. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force. Vidare's national animal is the rabid squirrel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is a Cult of Personality.

Vidare is ranked 301,971^st in the world and 12,229^th in Lazarus for Most Primitive, scoring -320.16 on the Scary Big Number Scale.