The Spiritual Community of NormanJackson is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Supreme Master Overlord for All Time with an iron fist, and notable for its pith helmet sales, aversion to nipples, and lack of airports. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 32.796 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 Law & Order, Spirituality, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of T'e Old'e Town. The average income tax rate is 98.6%.

The frighteningly efficient so faithful economy, worth a remarkable 8,410 trillion golds a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Basket Weaving industry. Average income is an amazing 256,438 golds, with the richest citizens earning 7.1 times as much as the poorest.

Blind dates tend to result in bruised shins, the might of the entire so faithful Navy is focused on fifty bemused spear-throwing islanders, suicide victims often leave behind cash to cover the cost of their fines, and access to the woods is only granted to those who bring a small shrubbery. 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 316,647^th in the world and 1,408^th in Europeia for Most Politically Free, scoring zero on the Diebold Election Inking Scale.