The Citrus-Scented Republic of Shake Rag is a titanic, safe nation, ruled by Ned Ryerson with an even hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, aversion to nipples, and compulsory gun ownership. The hard-nosed, hard-working, devout population of 12.865 billion Shake Ragians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tellico Plains. The average income tax rate is 32.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Shake Ragian economy, worth a remarkable 1,494 trillion Summer Sausages a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an impressive 116,144 Summer Sausages, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

All government communication requires the imprimatur of the Truth Police, mechanics are often exhausted by their work, the tools of the trade for landmine clearance appear to be copious amounts of gasoline and a box of matches, and cane fights are a common sight in nursing homes. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Shake Rag's national animal is the Golden Mosquito, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Shake Rag is ranked 34,933^rd in the world and 94^th in Christians for Most Developed, scoring 81.09 on the Human Development Index.