The Groovy Commune of Jamorabernath is a massive, safe nation, ruled by President Peacefield with a fair hand, and renowned for its rum-swilling pirates, rampant corporate plagiarism, and national health service. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 2.653 billion Jamorabernathians 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 large government juggles the competing demands of Environment, Education, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Blue Rock City. The average income tax rate is 71.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Jamorabernathian economy, worth 230 trillion oats a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is dominated by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Pizza Delivery, Book Publishing, and Cheese Exports. Average income is 87,046 oats, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The Violetist community celebrates bombshells being dropped on Jamorabernath, rare art has become a significant factor in negotiating all foreign trade agreements, some magnifier-wielding Jamorabernathians say President Peacefield seems a little lacking in something, and the derisively named "Morlocks of Moria" futilely demand time in the sun. Crime is totally unknown. Jamorabernath's national animal is the frog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Peace and Love.

Jamorabernath is ranked 5,847^th in the world and 62^nd in Refugia for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 2,508.26 on the Clooney Contribution Index.