The Holy Empire of The Vangards of Discourse is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Heap Big Boss with a fair hand, and renowned for its rampant corporate plagiarism, pith helmet sales, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 22.26 billion Vangards of Discourseans are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 98.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Vangards of Discoursean economy, worth a remarkable 2,651 trillion Vanfulersens a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Tourism and Information Technology. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is an impressive 119,115 Vanfulersens, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Orphans would rather live their life of luxury than be adopted by prospective parents, weather forecasts are accurate but nobody has the bandwidth to view them, the country's population is reported with a margin of error of several billions, and the best way to be heard in politics is to speak softly and carry a big comedy prop. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Vangards of Discourse's national animal is the Cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The Vangards of Discourse is ranked 7,583^rd in the world and 177^th in the South Pacific for Lowest Crime Rates, with 106.66 law-abiding acts per hour.