The Drunken Tyranny of Drunkerland is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Egglin Dankworth with an iron fist, and remarkable for its lack of airports, frequent executions, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 13.149 billion Bums 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 relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, 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 Bum City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 29.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Drunkerlandian economy, worth a remarkable 3,605 trillion Bird Droppings a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Basket Weaving, and Furniture Restoration. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 274,186 Bird Droppings, with the richest citizens earning 7.0 times as much as the poorest.

Renewable energy projects have ground to a halt, nature reserves often contain artificial waterfalls and concrete paths, the public are enjoying a royal flush of tax cuts, and punk rockers smash it up and then clean it up. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force. Drunkerland's national animal is the Drunk Pig, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Communism.

Drunkerland is ranked 1,295^th in the world and 6^th in The Glorious Nations of Iwaku for Most Patriotic, with 121.27 flags saluted per person per day.