The Nomadic Peoples of La Chicane is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its irreverence towards religion, absence of drug laws, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, humorless population of 23.392 billion La Chicaneans 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 enormous, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Les Racines. The average income tax rate is 82.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but sluggish La Chicanean economy, worth 775 trillion calvaires 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 mostly made up of the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Trout Farming, Tourism, and Basket Weaving. Average income is 33,145 calvaires, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

La Chicaneans are fixin' ta comma any way they wanna, a cat may look at a king and a dude can look at an ass, bored politicians often entertain themselves with games of Simon during important votes, and young children are learning advanced physics to scientifically disprove the existence of Santa Claus. Crime is totally unknown. La Chicane's national animal is the Loup, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

La Chicane is ranked 24,401^st in the world and 6^th in Mum for Nicest Citizens, with 21.25 average smiles per day.