The Spiritual Community of NormanJackson is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Supreme Master Overlord for All Time with an iron fist, and notable for its fear of technology, enslaved workforce, and anti-smoking policies. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 27.37 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, socially-minded, 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 95.4%.

The frighteningly efficient so faithful economy, worth a remarkable 5,077 trillion rezas 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 185,521 rezas, with the richest citizens earning 6.8 times as much as the poorest.

Over a third of the seats in sports stadiums have been removed to make room for female-only commodes, holiday-makers leave on the same clandestine boats that illegal immigrants arrive in, the police have reaffirmed their tough stance on drugs, and there are six more weeks of winter if a northerner sees her shadow. 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 290,430^th in the world and 1,305^th in Europeia for Highest Food Quality, scoring 1.3 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.