The Republic of Neale Junction is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King Rankmore with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 21.955 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 83.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Neale Junctionian economy, worth a remarkable 3,358 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 152,954 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Virtual assistants are seen with increasing suspicion every time they get an upgrade, all children's clothes come in only cream and off-white to prevent offense, many friends and relatives of King Rankmore have been given ambassador jobs in tropical island nations, and escaped birthday balloons are torpedoed out of the sky. 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 291,975^th in the world and 29^th in Australia for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring -33.11 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.