The Unholy Parasite of Frisbacteria is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Fris but with a Goatee with an even hand, and renowned for its compulsory vegetarianism, fear of technology, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless, devout population of 31.625 billion Frisbacterians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of GreenSpace. The average income tax rate is 51.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Frisbacterian economy, worth a remarkable 3,619 trillion Bans a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Retail, Arms Manufacturing, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 114,464 Bans, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.8 times as much as the poorest.

Whipping posts and lashes have been transferred to the Historical Museum of Frisbacterian Embarrassments, marijuana is legal in the privacy of your own home, the experimental sculpture "Overtures In Dried Coward Dung" has been declared a national treasure, and F-SPAN viewership drops as MPs act their age. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Frisbacteria's national animal is the Coward, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Violetism.

Frisbacteria is ranked 98,174^th in the world and 2^nd in Kattar for Nudest, with 169 cheeks per square mile.