The Former Tinhamptonian Mayor of Lydia Anderson is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 7.746 billion Lydia Anderson clones live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Healthcare. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 8.1%.

The thriving Lydia Anderson economy, worth 532 trillion Tinhamptonian Dollars a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Soda Sales industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 68,681 Tinhamptonian Dollars, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 204,821 per year while the poor average 18,034, a ratio of 11.4 to 1.

Scavengers with burlap sacks and shovels skulk around graveyards, all footpaths have tollbooths, organised sports are frowned upon as frivolous, and t-shirts displaying a photo of Leader performing the Full-Monty are selling out. Crime, especially youth-related, is a major problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Lydia Anderson's national animal is the sacrificial lamb, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Lydia Anderson is ranked 130,536^th in the world and 53^rd in Mrs Doubtfire for Most Primitive, scoring -36.74 on the Scary Big Number Scale.