The Protectorate of Postertag is a titanic, orderly nation, ruled by Fred with an iron fist, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, barren, inhospitable landscape, and triple-decker prams. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 24.919 billion Postertagians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Postertag. The average income tax rate is 83.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Postertagian economy, worth a remarkable 5,661 trillion Shiny Green Things a year, is mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Uranium Mining, Retail, Basket Weaving, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 227,194 Shiny Green Things, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

The recently liberated free press cautiously uses compliment sandwiches to cushion its criticisms of Fred, bemused citizens are encouraged to sing foreign-language hymns of religions they have never heard of, children as young as six shock their parents by coming out of the closet, and young children are regularly seen wagering pocket money at blackjack tables. Crime is a major problem, possibly because it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many regulations. Postertag's national animal is the Scorpion, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Posters.

Postertag is ranked 293,818^th in the world and 9^th in Albion for Nudest, with 23 cheeks per square mile.