The Republic of Terrible farming nation 413 is a massive, orderly nation, renowned for its free-roaming dinosaurs, state-planned economy, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 2.794 billion Terrible farming nation 413ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 46.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Terrible farming nation 413ian economy, worth 218 trillion terrible monies 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, broadly diversified black market in Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, and Soda Sales. 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 78,113 terrible monies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Nocturnal burglars are grateful for the convenient beverages on welcoming doorsteps, the studies of art and philosophy are banned, pitchforks and torches are coming back into fashion, and ambulances aren't allowed to overtake hearses. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Terrible farming nation 413's national animal is the terrible animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Terrible farming nation 413 is ranked 268,486^th in the world and 9,681^st in Lazarus for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 39.33 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.