The United States of Printer431 is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its deadly medical pandemics, disturbing lack of elderly people, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.976 billion Printer431ians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 93.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Printer431ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,063 trillion cards a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an impressive 152,416 cards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

Descriptions of properties as "a stone's throw from the city centre" require a trebuchet to be true, the police crack down on tax evaders without mercy, the nation's new foreign policy of 'very disproportionate retribution' has its neighbors on edge, and five-year-olds who refuse to line up on command get gold stars. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer431's national animal is the legendary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Printer431 is ranked 216,371^st in the world and 1,312^th in Two for Most Pacifist, with 41.74 cheeks turned per day.