The Res Publica Serenissima of Logophilia Lyricalia is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by a vulgar Catullus wannabe with an even hand, and renowned for its rum-swilling pirates, absence of drug laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, devout population of 18.482 billion Logophiles enjoy extensive civil rights and enjoy a level of social equality free from the usual accompanying government corruption.

The large, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Metonym. The average income tax rate is 66.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but underdeveloped Logophilic economy, worth 694 trillion feet a year, is led by the Beef-Based Agriculture industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Furniture Restoration. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 37,592 feet, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government has ordered a moratorium on referenda, Logophiles refer to transgender people with insults instead of pronouns, the national census includes an opt-in to join the government-run dating service, and police struggle to solve crimes due to the lack of fingerprint records. Crime is totally unknown. Logophilia Lyricalia's national animal is the litotes, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is ecstatic oracular discombobulation.

Logophilia Lyricalia is ranked 232,331^st in the world and 14^th in Haiku for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring -6 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.