The Spiritual Community of NormanJackson is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Supreme Master Overlord for All Time with an iron fist, and remarkable for its smutty television, pith helmet sales, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 27.274 billion faithfuls are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of T'e Old'e Town. The average income tax rate is 95.3%.

The frighteningly efficient so faithful economy, worth a remarkable 5,011 trillion gold bars a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Basket Weaving industry. Average income is an impressive 183,728 gold bars, with the richest citizens earning 7.1 times as much as the poorest.

Countless government officials are accused of espionage, people who are too good at riffle shuffling get disappeared by the secret police, the upper class have been throwing riots after hunting was recently banned, and citizens have voted the song "Supreme Master Overlord for All Time Smells Like A Parish Priest" as their new national anthem. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. NormanJackson's national animal is the parish priest, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Romanism.

NormanJackson is ranked 577^th in the world and 4^th in Europeia for Lowest Crime Rates, with 190.54 law-abiding acts per hour.