The Spiritual Community of NormanJackson is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Supreme Master Overlord for All Time with an iron fist, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, compulsory military service, and pith helmet sales. 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 5,082 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 185,691 rezas, with the richest citizens earning 6.8 times as much as the poorest.

There are six more weeks of winter if a northerner sees his shadow, foreigners are treated with great suspicion, male med students learning female anatomy do so with their eyes tightly closed, and national park visitors are reporting a rash of poison ivy sightings. 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 290,753^rd in the world and 1,300^th in Europeia for Highest Food Quality, scoring 1.3 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.