The Golden State of Rainengrad is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Wiffen Niemeyer with an even hand, and renowned for its infamous sell-swords, keen interest in outer space, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 21.963 billion Rainengradians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Franaberline. The average income tax rate is 95.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Rainengradian economy, worth a remarkable 9,029 trillion Lexells a year, is fairly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Information Technology, Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Retail. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 411,126 Lexells, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

The nation doesn't need to go to war in order to acquire new territory, pillows outnumber picket signs at most workers rallies, deli patrons examine their roast beef for undetonated explosives, and a popular artist is claiming that a raw steak with a dog turd on it is a portrait of Wiffen Niemeyer. Crime is totally unknown. Rainengrad's national animal is the golden gator, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Sunshowerism.

Rainengrad is ranked 1,951^st in the world and 79^th in The North Pacific for Most Cultured, scoring 268 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.