The Republic of Terrible farming nation 560 is a massive, pleasant nation, notable for its parental licensing program, pith helmet sales, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, humorless population of 3.041 billion Terrible farming nation 560ians 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 minute, corrupt government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Education, although Law & Order is also considered important, while Spirituality and Healthcare are ignored. The average income tax rate is 6.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Terrible farming nation 560ian economy, worth 109 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 slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Retail, Soda Sales, and Information Technology. 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 36,071 terrible monies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

The government spends more on chasing distant comets than on basic infrastructure, billions of terrible monies are spent to take high-quality photos of the Terrible Animal Nebula, troops are either deafened by gunfire or a hysterical voice screaming the Party manifesto, and mothers drive their college-graduate children to work. Crime is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Terrible farming nation 560's national animal is the terrible animal.

Terrible farming nation 560 is ranked 260,397^th in the world and 9,279^th in Lazarus for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 42.61 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.