The Empire of Anti Cool is a mammoth, efficient nation, ruled by The Coolest Man Alive with an iron fist, and renowned for its disturbing lack of elderly people, compulsory military service, and enforced nudity. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.477 billion Anti Coolians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, 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 Cool City. The average income tax rate is 84.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Anti Coolian economy, worth 907 trillion Cool Points a year, is quite specialized and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with significant contributions from Furniture Restoration, Information Technology, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 121,379 Cool Points, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.7 times as much as the poorest.

Tree farms across the nation are overrun by clipboard-wielding biologists, high school bands practice by moonlight, nothing is beneath the government after it has extracted all the oil, and in government offices a hidden killer takes the lives of ministers and civil servants. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Anti Cool's national animal is the Cool Guy, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Coolinistanivismia.

Anti Cool is ranked 288,105^th in the world and 2,286^th in the Rejected Realms for Fattest Citizens, with 5.75 Obesity Rate.