The Biker Gangs of Gaspacia is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Patches with a fair hand, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, smutty television, and conspicuous electricity pylons. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 33.457 billion Gaspacians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The minute, corrupt, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Underneath. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Gaspacian economy, worth an astonishing 10,340 trillion Marks a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Tourism, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 309,061 Marks, with the richest citizens earning 6.9 times as much as the poorest.

Prolonged government investigations are a common revenge tactic among spurned significant others, women have a strange proclivity for dressing up as caped weasels, in coastal waters there are fifteen salvage divers per dead man's chest (yo ho ho), and the government has declared its commitment to multilateralism. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Gaspacia's national animal is the hawk, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Gaspacia is ranked 331,627^th in the world and 20^th in Absolution for Safest, scoring 1.92 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.