The Republic of Mon Sire is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, keen interest in outer space, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 5.943 billion Mon Sireans 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, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Mon Sirean economy, worth a remarkable 1,922 trillion Kwachas a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 323,541 Kwachas, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,147,313 per year while the poor average 18,672, a ratio of 115 to 1.

Leader can often be found attempting to coax random citizens' cats down from trees, kindergartners' favourite dance move is the stop-drop-and-roll, some say Leader has gone MAD after authorizing the development of apocalyptic biological weapons, and employees are told they can avoid traffic jams by starting work at 4 AM. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Mon Sire's national animal is the elephant, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Mon Sire is ranked 286,408^th in the world and 6,932^nd in the Rejected Realms for Most Patriotic, with 0.17 flags saluted per person per day.