The Federation of Polling Booths is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by The Pollster with an iron fist, and renowned for its free-roaming dinosaurs, lack of airports, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 20.406 billion Polling Boothsians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Administration, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Poll Booth. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 90.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Polling Boothsian economy, worth a remarkable 5,278 trillion Electoral Roles a year, is fairly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Retail, Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 258,697 Electoral Roles, with the richest citizens earning 7.3 times as much as the poorest.

Conversion therapy coupons are a popular present for coming of age ceremonies, women complaining about lack of opportunity are told to "man up", medical lawsuits are out of control, and the rainbow assortment of chemicals in the water has turned the frogs gay. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Polling Booths's national animal is the Ballot, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Polling.

Polling Booths is ranked 1,342^nd in the world and 2^nd in Europeia for Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry, scoring 19,487.09 on the Tasmanian Pulp Environmental Export Index.