The Eternal Misfortune of Pterodoria is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Someone with an iron fist, and renowned for its cultivated feral children, complete lack of prisons, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 26.808 billion Pterodorians 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 minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Industry, with Defense also on the agenda, while Environment and Law & Order receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pterodoria City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pterodorian economy, worth an astonishing 23,046 trillion Pteralurias a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Information Technology. Average income is a breathtaking 859,703 Pteralurias, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 8,052,993 per year while the poor average 7,726, a ratio of 1,042 to 1.

Political spontaneity takes a lot of planning, government theft from poor artists to give to rich allies has been dubbed the "reverse Robin Hood" policy, commercial jingles are the nation's greatest export, and pharmacies are prescribed subsidies of energy drinks. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Pterodoria's national animal is the Pterodactyl, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Business.

Pterodoria is ranked 236,194^th in the world and 25^th in Pencil Sharpeners Puppet Storage for Most Conservative, scoring 39.25 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.