The Theocracy of Potatopelago is a huge, cultured nation, remarkable for its state-planned economy, triple-decker prams, and complete lack of prisons. The compassionate, democratic, devout population of 213 million Potatopelagoans 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 medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 43.4%.

The very strong Potatopelagic economy, worth 16.2 trillion Paktontas a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Basket Weaving, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is 76,044 Paktontas, with the richest citizens earning 9.1 times as much as the poorest.

Government employees have reverted to carrier pigeon due to never-ending virus scans, citizens have voted the song "Leader Smells Like A Potato Partridge" as their new national anthem, burnt-out forty-foot-tall wicker men dot the countryside, and city budgets are spent entirely on supporting the town royalty. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Potatopelago's national animal is the Potato Partridge, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Potatopelago is ranked 114,256^th in the world and 489^th in Europe for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 1,293.95 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.