The Supreme Christmas Lands of Lord Sapre is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Mr Doctor Professor Lord King Sir Sapre with a fair hand, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, sprawling nuclear power plants, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 6.422 billion Lord Sapreans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Arstotzka. The average income tax rate is 99.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Lord Saprean economy, worth a remarkable 1,861 trillion dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 289,824 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Asking 'does my bum look big in this?' leads to 30 hours of self-esteem classes, the banshee wail foretells skies of death, foreign 'investors' have been taking a great interest in the new secret shuttle, and Maxtopian villagers starve by the time Lord Saprean officials even file the appropriate paperwork needed to help them. Crime is totally unknown. Lord Sapre's national animal is the vampire, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Roman Protestant.

Lord Sapre is ranked 1,324^th in the world and 1^st in Europe for Highest Drug Use, scoring 119.8 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.