The Idiocracy of Lamebrainia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Heidi Crowter with an iron fist, and renowned for its keen interest in outer space, flagrant waste-dumping, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 18.738 billion Lamebrainians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Industry, although Defense is also considered important, while Environment and Welfare receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Incubatorium. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Lamebrainian economy, worth a remarkable 9,590 trillion convolutions a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Average income is a breathtaking 511,835 convolutions, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,553,427 per year while the poor average 7,809, a ratio of 583 to 1.

Homesickness is thought to be a waterborne illness, the National Archive now covers square miles of warehouses in order to accommodate its new stone tablets system, every day at 4am Lamebrainians wake to pray for the sun to rise, and urbanites battle to the death for penthouse apartments. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Lamebrainia's national animal is the village idiot, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Folly.

Lamebrainia is ranked 21,925^th in the world and 2^nd in Glass Gallows for Highest Drug Use, scoring 108.8 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.