Pompidoo

Pompidoo is one of the benchmarks for how a nation should be run. Historians have looked through Pompidoo's amazing track record and have come to the following conclusion: It is perfect. The government system, while this sounds unbelievable, is flawless. It has a perfect amount of checks and balances, and the "one party for all parties" system keeps all citizens happy. In terms of science and technology, practically every invention we value as a turning point in history was invented in Pompidoo when we were all cavemen. Even the animals are friendlier. Yesterday, while strolling in Pompidoo, I was almost attacked by a Grizzly Bear, who, upon hearing me shout for help, turned to me and said apologetically "I'm so dreadfully sorry, I mistook you for a salmon. Please accept these scrumptious blueberry scones as payment for your troubles. You know, this wouldn't have happened if I didn't eat salmon in the first place. I should probably stop, but then I'd starve. Although, I am a terribly ferocious beast, so that might not be a good idea. Oh, are you enjoying the scones? The blueberries are fresh..." And so on until I drove away and he waved goodbye. Since this is such a perfect place, you may wonder why you've never heard of it before. Unfortunately, it comes down to the name. Pompidoo sounds, well, silly. Their miraculous achievements receive no praise because no one believes that they actually are telling the truth, because no one from a country with a name like Pompidoo can be smart. Even in the olympics, where they consistently place first, they are told off for cheating because no one from a country with a name like Pompidoo can be athletic. Take this excerpt from the famous play "A Morning With Cecil."

Cecil: Oh, what a lovely morning!

Elizabeth: How true.

Pompidooan: Guess what! Jimminicky McGee has invented a time machine out of a paper clip!

Cecil: Oh, these ridiculous Pompidooans!

Bear: Blueberry scones anyone?

Unfortunately, we show these terrible prejudices as well. Pompidoo's capital is Maffijanny, and is the most beautiful city one can imagine. They have no currency, as they figured out a long time ago that money corrupts people. They instead trade with merit value, where people all have microchips inserted into their brains. If they wish to buy something, the chip sends a signal to the shopkeeper telling them if the person deserves it or not. Therefore, the evil and corrupt die of lack of food, but they are recycled so they benefit the society anyway. Hopefully, soon, we shall forget our terrible prejudices, but for now, it's that silly little country that manages to make miraculous scones.