The Oppressed Peoples of TonFoolery is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Mr Dejected with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.311 billion fools 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, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Spirituality, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Inevitable Doom. The average income tax rate is 50.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient a fool economy, worth 72.2 trillion Shame Bucks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Woodchip Exports, Information Technology, and Furniture Restoration. Average income is 55,058 Shame Bucks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

The voyages of obsolete star-trekking satellites on deliberate escape orbits are only just beginning, access to the woods is only granted to those who bring a small shrubbery, invasive drug testing is now performed at elementary school sports days, and Mr Dejected has just been declared ruler of TonFoolery in an international press conference. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. TonFoolery's national animal is the Dissatisfaction, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

TonFoolery is ranked 114,640^th in the world and 1^st in Foolish Nation for Nicest Citizens, with 13 average smiles per day.