I Am A King...

Well, now I've done it. I've created my own country. I, of course, am its King. Technically speaking, it is a democracy. As long as they democratically decide to do things my way. So far, so good. It even has a flag:

Somebody even published some info on it:

"The Kingdom of North Duckland is a small, safe nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape. Its compassionate, hard-working, cynical population of 7 million have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The enormous government is mainly concerned with Social Welfare, although Healthcare and Education are on the agenda. The average income tax rate is 27%. A large private sector is led by the Gambling, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Woodchip Exports industries.

Voting is voluntary. Crime is relatively low. North Duckland's national animal is the duck and its currency is the bill."

The description I think is fairly accurate, though perhaps a little unforgiving where the landscape is concerned, but who am I to quibble. Not quite sure how someone managed to sneak in freedom of the press there, I certainly don't remember giving that out!

So, you want to know where this country is? Sorry, that information is classified. If you had diplomatic credentials of some kind, or NATO clearance over Level 2, then we might be able to talk. Although the landscape bit is a hint. And the flag is a dead giveaway. What? You're not up on your vexillology? Well, there's something to keep you busy for a while. First, get a dictionary...