The Verdronken Land of Saeftinge is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Jos with an iron fist, and notable for its public floggings, rampant corporate plagiarism, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 37.349 billion Saeftingeans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Social Policy, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Saeftinge. The average income tax rate is 94.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Saeftingean economy, worth a remarkable 4,201 trillion euros a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 112,501 euros, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.7 times as much as the poorest.

A bill to outlaw math homework has been submitted, citizens often glare angrily at jet contrails, student athletes gaze forlornly at abandoned sheepball fields, and nine-year-olds are discovering that they can grow gardens in real life too. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Saeftinge's national animal is the sheep, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Saeftinge is ranked 331,527^th in the world and 18^th in Ireland for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -27.64 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.