The People's Commonwealth of Ankuran is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Prime Minister Maxime Poirot with a fair hand, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, smutty television, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 17.053 billion Ankurani enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Angora. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Ankuran economy, worth a remarkable 4,648 trillion buillons 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 mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 272,583 buillons, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Time flies when you're not having fun, you need two tenors and a coloratura contralto to sing the national anthem properly, charged suspects often have to wait years before the courts have room to judge their trial, and a passport is literally priceless. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ankuran's national animal is the jackbooted cottontail, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Ankuran is ranked 932^nd in the world and 9^th in The Glorious Nations of Iwaku for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 1,007.94 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.