The Republic of Terrible Farming Nation 1156 is a massive, socially progressive nation, notable for its public floggings, absence of drug laws, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 1.906 billion Terrible Farming Nation 1156ians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Social Policy. The average income tax rate is 15.9%.

The Terrible Farming Nation 1156ian economy, worth 112 trillion terrible monies a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Retail, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is 58,797 terrible monies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

Terrible Farming Nation 1156 City's main city thoroughfare has been blocked by a row of leyland cypresses that mysteriously appeared overnight, fixing attendance at women's matches is a matter of "when they go low, we go high... funding", children as young as six shock their parents by coming out of the closet, and young children are learning advanced physics to scientifically disprove the existence of Santa Claus. Crime is relatively low. Terrible Farming Nation 1156's national animal is the terrible animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Terrible Farming Nation 1156 is ranked 138,468^th in the world and 5,700^th in Balder for Safest, scoring 65.49 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.