The Republic of Neale Junction is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by King Rankmore with an iron fist, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, parental licensing program, and avowedly heterosexual populace. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 21.895 billion Neale Junctionians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Neale Junction City. The average income tax rate is 83.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Neale Junctionian economy, worth a remarkable 3,337 trillion Dollars a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 152,413 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

A blood-red mark on the doorframe means a building must be passed over for destruction, the most popular stadium acts are one-off performances, things are looking up for patients accidentally prescribed erectile dysfunction medication, and elementary school students are required to master Bach's Chaconne in D before graduation. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Neale Junction's national animal is the Wallaby, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is a major religion.

Neale Junction is ranked 6,256^th in the world and 5^th in Australia for Lowest Crime Rates, with 111.12 law-abiding acts per hour.