The Federation of The Dinland is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Tux with a fair hand, and renowned for its aversion to nipples, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, democratic population of 1.595 billion Dins are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Stonedinanger. The average income tax rate is 30.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Dinite economy, worth 79.9 trillion forints a year, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Tourism. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 50,105 forints, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Private pharmacies close down as medicinal drugs are given away freely by the government, East Lebatuckese luxury goods are plundered by the working class of The Dinland, nations that kill a Din can expect a strongly worded letter, and a burger chain recently changed its name to Mack Donaldz for legal reasons. Crime is totally unknown. The Dinland's national animal is the lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The Dinland is ranked 311,589^th in the world and 298^th in Karma for Most Patriotic, with 0.49 flags saluted per person per day.