The Poetic Tendencies of Aersoldorf is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Zaphod Beeblebrox with an iron fist, and renowned for its deadly medical pandemics, triple-decker prams, and ritual sacrifices. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 28.075 billion Aersoldorfians 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 minute, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is dominated by the Department of Spirituality, with Law & Order and Environment also on the agenda, while Social Policy and Healthcare are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Aim Your Missiles Here. Income tax is unheard of.

The sizeable but stagnant Aersoldorfian economy, worth 74.2 trillion Enslaving Enablers 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 2,641 Enslaving Enablers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Denied drugs and entertainment the nation's youth are taking to petty crime to alleviate their boredom, women who display their ankles are shunned by society, baby boys who pick up pink crayons are sent to a psychiatric ward, and street preachers sell salvation with a side order of shame on every corner. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. Aersoldorf's national animal is the Yeti, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianity.

Aersoldorf is ranked 6,835^th in the world and 114^th in 10000 Islands for Safest, scoring 126.32 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.