The Senate and Folk of Norfshire is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by General Secretary Jammycount Shortfeld with an iron fist, and renowned for its frequent executions, ubiquitous missile silos, and fear of technology. The compassionate, hard-working, cynical, cheerful, devout population of 15.178 billion Norfshiremen are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Environment, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Shakey-Wakeyfield. The average income tax rate is 69.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Norfern' economy, worth a remarkable 1,381 trillion Sceats a year, is highly specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 91,023 Sceats, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

Apprentice builders get teased for wearing hard hats, the passport doubles as a birth certificate, the most penniless demographics have by far the highest number of researchers per capita, and the suicide rate mysteriously skyrockets during census years. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Norfshire's national animal is the Hog, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Norfodoxy.

Norfshire is ranked 706^th in the world and 1^st in Union of Christian Nations for Most Cultured, scoring 433 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.