The Republic of Grativalu is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its zero percent divorce rate, ban on automobiles, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 8.056 billion Grativaluans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt government is effectively ruled by the Department of Industry, with Administration also on the agenda, while Education and Welfare are ignored. The average income tax rate is 89.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Grativaluan economy, worth a remarkable 1,618 trillion currencies 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 amazing 200,927 currencies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

Jailbreaking is the best-selling book category of the year, TV coverage of music festivals consists mostly of backstage interviews, acupuncture is routinely prescribed for intravenous drug addicts, and Jennifer Government is banned. Crime is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Grativalu's national animal is the animal, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Grativalu is ranked 123,944^th in the world and 13^th in Vickenian experiment containment zone for Most Conservative, scoring 64.33 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.