The Autonomous Communes of Ariddia is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by James Johnson with a fair hand, and renowned for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, absence of drug laws, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 45.579 billion Ariddians 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.

The large, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Environment, Education, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rêvane. The average income tax rate is 99.4%.

The enormous but sluggish Ariddian economy, worth a remarkable 3,148 trillion Ariddian credits 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 69,067 Ariddian credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Kindergarten teachers with ankle-bracelets are closely supervised by their parole officers, foreign leaders are advising that James Johnson's letters must have gotten lost in the mail, courtrooms can be a little sketchy, and fixing attendance at women's matches is a matter of "when they go low, we go high... funding". Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ariddia's national animal is the platypus, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Ariddia is ranked 2,038^th in the world and 1^st in Snootland for Most Beautiful Environments, with 3,644.63 pounds of wildlife per square mile.