The West Pacific
WA Delegate: 
The Left-wing Utopia of ROLHEATH (elected 207 days ago).
Regional Power: Extremely High
The West Pacific contains 2,511 nations, the 3rd most in the world.
Today's World Census Report
The Highest Unemployment Rates in the West Pacific
World Census experts studied the ratings of daytime television chat shows to determine which nations have the highest rates of unemployment.
As a region, the West Pacific is ranked 3,821st in the world for Highest Unemployment Rates.
| # | Nation | WA Category | Motto |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Most Serene Republic of Ingrid42 | Capitalist Paradise | "Amor vincit omnia" |
| 2. |  The Republic of Central miami | Capitalist Paradise | "So it goes..." |
| 3. |  The Holy Empire of Deitum | Democratic Socialists | "Cultus imperatoris nostra lex" |
| 4. |  The People's Ambient Technocracy of Mathematania | Left-wing Utopia | "The integral of e to the x is f of u sub n!" |
| 5. |  The Federated Military Republic of El Facil | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | "Turn the other cheek, but keep that sidearm handy." |
| 6. |  The People's Republic of Magyar Celtic United | Democratic Socialists | "God bless the Red Star" |
| 7. |  The Grand Bazaar of Capitalist Paradise | Corporate Bordello | "Laissez-faire, everywhere" |
| 8. |  The Free Land of Natool | Anarchy | "He who gives up freedom for safety deserves neither" |
| 9. |  The Confederacy of Small regions | Civil Rights Lovefest | "One by one" |
| 10. |  The People's Republic of Tenova | Scandinavian Liberal Paradise | "We're all ninjas." |
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Regional Happenings
- Seconds ago:
The Kingdom of HalifaxPLC departed this region for New Shire. - Seconds ago: The Kingdom of HalifaxPLC was founded.
- 1 minute ago:
The Republic of Cobblebrush was founded. - 2 minutes ago:
The Republic of Armoia departed this region for Yggdrasil. - 3 minutes ago: The Republic of Massawippi was founded.
- 6 minutes ago: The Republic of Armoia was founded.
- 8 minutes ago:
The United Socialist States of October 9th departed this region for Argentina. - 11 minutes ago: The United Socialist States of October 9th was founded.
- 13 minutes ago:
The Republic of New Kalohen was founded. - 19 minutes ago: The Federal Republic of The PacificTerritories was founded.
The West Pacific Civil Headquarters
Messages from regional members are co-ordinated here.
| Lodged | From | Message |
|---|---|---|
| 89 minutes ago | The Left-wing Utopia of ROLHEATH |
Sous mes yeux, les sables d'argent
Prête-moi quelqu'un qui te ressemble tant Comme un voyage d'un soir La nuit de Lynch se ferment sur moi Les paradis sont pleins de toi Les paradis sont pleins de toi C'est une voix qui appelle C'est un corps étranger Un nouveau monde où je me noies Lire entre les lignes, double et sépare Les paradis sont loins de moi Les paradis sont loins de moi Partir n'est pas quitter Le premier amour est le dernier Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Je veux retrouver la lumière Crois ce qui est, crois ce qui n'est pas Les jours fragiles sont infinis La vie m'a tout appris Les paradis ne sont pas d'ici Les paradis ne sont pas d'ici Partir n'est pas quitter Le premier amour est le dernier Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Je suis comme un soldat qui espère Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Je veux retrouver la lumière Le fil de nos yeux Ce silence qu'on entendait à deux C'est toute ta force qui me sert Je roule vers Mulholland après la mer Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Les paradis... Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre Les paradis ne sont pas sur Terre |
| 59 minutes ago |  The Retired RMB Dreamers of Kingsteck |
He was skinny as a rake like two by four
Ugly as sin born premature Mother had trouble trying to take To a kid that looked like a garden rake Our sons are sons and Dad wasn't proud Didn't make him feel like one of the crowd Wood cuttin boys from up in the sticks Laughed at the sight of Earle (SPOKEN) "Wimp!" He was treated like scum and he felt like dirt Couldn't lift the chainsaw Make it work Father often said that he didn't have a clue Mother didn't feed him and he hardly grew (SPOKEN) "I'm hungry! I'm hungry!" So Earle disappeared for fifteen years Father didn't miss him and his mother didn't care After awhile they forgot about Earle And his girlfriend said, "Who cares?" Stunned, stunned, stunned, stunned, Earle Stunned, stunned, stunned, stunned, Earle Stunned, stunned, stunned, stunned, Earle In this little town life went on the same Til one hot July and no rain came Great big fire set the country ablaze And everyone cuttin fire breaks Ah they sawed and they sawed but they couldn't outrun The smoky fumes and the fiery tongs They were loosing fast It was lookin bad Who would save their town? (SPOKEN) "Save me! Save me!" And nobody knew neither phone or friend That Earle had grown to seven foot ten Arm like cupboards Legs like trees Fists like hammers And hairy knees (SPOKEN) "Shave me! Shave me!" Far off in the woods above the din and the roar Came a sound nobody had heard before Trees were fallen like a tidal wave to a monster Johnson red chain saw Chain, chain, chain saw Earle Chain, chain, chain saw Earle Chain, chain, chain saw Earle His cutter bar was ten foot two Turn the air all purple and blue Tasmania devil in twenty minutes flat Made the landscape look just like Iraq With the trees all limbed and the fire break made The town folks saved from a charcoal grave People gathered Shouted and cheered, "Hurray for this force disposal unit." Lightin' up a smoke he laid the chainsaw down Said, "I'm the guy who saved your town." Then Earle knocked over a drum of gas Just as he threw away his match. All the gas exploded and the town burned flat And Earle ran off just like a scalded cat "It's been fifteen years", his father said. "And he's still as stunned as me arse!" Stunned, stunned, stunned as me arse Stunned, stunned, stunned as me arse Stunned, stunned, stunned as me arse, was Earle. |
| 56 minutes ago | The Left-wing Utopia of ROLHEATH |
He had white horses
And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was |
| 50 minutes ago |  The Autonomy of Autonomousness |
a dead fish gains the power of observation
- The Books speaks the fish something's fishy about this dish why am i so still in dill? can't stir a gill or tilt my head it must be that i am dead |
| 43 minutes ago | The Left-wing Utopia of ROLHEATH |
And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon england's mountains green? And was the holy lamb of god On england's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was jerusalem builded here Among these dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built jerusalem In england's green and pleasant land. |
| 41 minutes ago | The Retired RMB Dreamers of Kingsteck |
Is you 'appy, you got to be 'appy
You got to be 100% Is you 'appy, you got to be 'appy You got to be 100% I suppose! Wat's you lookin' peevish for Pick yer jaw up off the floor Was you smacked with a 2 x 4 Sure you're not broke out in sores You ain't got no disease Don't go lookin' for sympathy 'cause I knows if you was me you'd be 'appy. |
| 26 minutes ago | The Autonomy of Autonomousness |
in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape.
broken branches trip me as i speak. just 'cause you feel it doesnt mean its there. just 'cause you feel it doesnt mean its there. There's always a siren Singing you to shipwreck (Don't reach out, don't reach out Don't reach out, don't reach out) Steer away from these rocks We'd be a walking disaster (Don't reach out, don't reach out Don't reach out, don't reach out) just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean its there. (theres someone on your shoulder) (theres someone on your shoulder) just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean its there. (theres someone on your shoulder) (theres someone on your shoulder) There there! why so green and lonely? and lonely and lonely heaven sent you to me to me to me we are accidents waiting waiting to happen. we are accidents waiting waiting to happen -Radiohead, There There |
| 6 minutes ago | The Left-wing Utopia of ROLHEATH |
She
May be the face i can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price i have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day. She May be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell She who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past That i'll remember till the day i die She May be the reason i survive The why and wherefore i'm alive The one i'll care for through the rough and ready years Me i'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes i've got to be The meaning of my life is She, she, she |
| 5 minutes ago | The Magnificent Obsession of Wickedly evil people |
When I see the moon,I hear the sound of the stripjust calling my name
Just calling my name When I see the moon,I hear the sound of the strip Just calling my nameyeah it's calling my name Man, I love the feelingwhen I go out Dancing with the women at the bar Man, I love the feelingwhen I go out I always know my woman's close somewhere My daddy saw the moon,heard the sound of the stripit called out his name It called out his name My daddy saw the moonand heard the sound of the stripyeah it called out his nameand it called his son's name too Man, I love the feeling When I go out Dancing with the women at the bar Man, I love the feeling When I go out I always know my woman's close somewhere Close somewhere When you see the moon,hear the sound of the stripyeah call out my name Yeah call out my name And if you see the moon,hear the sound of the strip Yeah call out my name Yeah call my friend's names too Man, I love the feelingwhen I go out Dancing with the women at the bar Man, I love the feelingwhen I go out I always know my woman's close somewhere Close somewhere |
| 2 minutes ago | The Retired RMB Dreamers of Kingsteck |
Now when I was a younger boy
To the Droke cliff I would stroll And climb the fence, and sit on the rock To view the waters below It's where I'd sit and meditate About the men on the sea And quickly turn my head to the point Where fishermen used to be. My thoughts of the trawls, the boats, the traps It was the thing of the day And the brook that ran down through the Droke That made its way to the bay The fish on the flakes, oh goodness sake It was a sight to be seen And the caplin rolling on the beach Where fishermen used to be. I remember the names of men in the cove Who worked so late in the night They worked the soil, and made the hay When the weather was right And further down the old long drung The horses running free And in the meadows by the brook Where fishermen used to be. Now a special time for everyone Is about to get under way The cakes, the bread, the pots of soup Is now the talk of the day The school is lit, the fire is in With everyone in their glee For in on the floor, there's dancing galore Where fishermen used to be. The school and sea are empty now, They were so precious to me A way of life no longer there It's just a memory But it's hard to forget the days of the past With everyone in their glee And to think of it now and what it was like Where fishermen used to be. I often stroll down the wharf With my daughter hand in hand She asked me how it used to be When I was a younger man It's there I'd sit and meditate About the men and the sea And point to all those places Where fishermen used to be. |
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