The Republic of Mon Sire is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its smutty television, infamous sell-swords, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 7.423 billion Mon Sireans 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 minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, prioritizes Administration, although Industry is also considered important, while Environment and Welfare are ignored. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Mon Sirean economy, worth a remarkable 2,667 trillion Kwachas a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 359,342 Kwachas, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,315,990 per year while the poor average 22,525, a ratio of 102 to 1.

Oil rigs in winter are heated by contained oil slick fires, bins outnumber trees in city parks, only fully-fledged members of MENSA are allowed to vote, and skateboarding is considered a form of diplomacy. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Mon Sire's national animal is the elephant, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Mon Sire is ranked 307,707^th in the world and 4,716^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Conservative, scoring 13.5 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.