The Grace and Precision of Oaks 191 is a massive, efficient nation, notable for its fear of technology, complete lack of prisons, and parental licensing program. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 4.761 billion Oaks 191ians 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 enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 67.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Oaks 191ian economy, worth 275 trillion planets a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, quite specialized black market in Retail, Beef-Based Agriculture, Tourism, and Furniture Restoration. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 57,891 planets, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Sports fans complain that cricket tests now last an unbearable ten days, every day at 4am Oaks 191ians wake to pray for the sun to rise, joggers are often arrested for breathing too heavily, and most foreigners can't name the leader of Oaks 191. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Oaks 191's national animal is the falcon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Oaks 191 is ranked 247,395^th in the world and 4,902^nd in Artificial Solar System for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring -12.29 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.