The Potato-Poet of The Salaxalans is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Svlad Cjelli with a fair hand, and remarkable for its daily referendums, rampant corporate plagiarism, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 16.924 billion Salaxians love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The enormous government prioritizes Education, with Environment, Social Policy, and Healthcare also on the agenda, while Spirituality is ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rime. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Salaxalansian economy, worth a remarkable 4,007 trillion Dirks a year, is highly specialized and mostly made up of the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing and Information Technology. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 236,821 Dirks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Supervisors in The Salaxalans commonly tie bells on their necks to alert employees of their presence, the nation's atlases tend to go out of date every few weeks, the prevalence of circular logic frequently renders parliamentary observers dizzy, and the banshee wail foretells skies of death. Crime is totally unknown. The Salaxalans's national animal is the Electric Monk, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Chronology.

The Salaxalans is ranked 143,573^rd in the world and 214^th in Spiritus for Most Pro-Market, scoring 31.67 on the Rand Index.