The Founder of Flanelas is a massive, pleasant nation, ruled by ur Mom with an even hand, and renowned for its restrictive gun laws, suspicion of poets, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless, devout population of 3.953 billion Flanelians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Public Transport. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Flamengo. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 25.1%.

The strong Flanelian economy, worth 161 trillion Flanelas a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, highly specialized black market in Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Book Publishing. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 40,862 Flanelas, with the richest citizens earning 9.8 times as much as the poorest.

Ur Mom is described as an everyday person with normal tastes and the usual interests, men who wear pink are seen as dangerously unmanly, Ur Mom can finally stop kneading the dough and start rolling in it instead, and real chickens replace rooster weather vanes on inner-city rooftop gardens. Crime is pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Flanelas's national animal is the Rooster, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Satanismo.

Flanelas is ranked 291,283^rd in the world and 109^th in Flanelistan for Lowest Crime Rates, with 21.32 law-abiding acts per hour.