The Republic of Itanland is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Ruben with an iron fist, and notable for its museums and concert halls, state-planned economy, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, cynical, cheerful population of 19.759 billion Itanlandians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The minute, moralistic government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Administration, with Law & Order, Education, and Industry also on the agenda, while Defense and Spirituality aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Itandon. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Itanlandian economy, worth a remarkable 5,724 trillion Itans a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 289,721 Itans, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

A proud mining community is considering a rebellion after the Capital officially renamed them 'District XII', national park visitors are reporting a rash of poison ivy sightings, the immigration office has an express line for people bringing cash in briefcases, and bowling teams spend more time looking at their phones than the pins. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Itanland's national animal is the Cow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Itanland is ranked 2,743^rd in the world and 109^th in The North Pacific for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 66.48 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.