The Bolivarian Socialist Empire of West Calypso is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Nicolás Maduro with an iron fist, and renowned for its strictly enforced bedtime, complete lack of public education, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 14.991 billion West Calypsoans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, although Law & Order, Administration, and Spirituality are also considered important, while Education and International Aid receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tropi-gone. The average income tax rate is 62.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The enormous but underdeveloped West Calypsoan economy, worth a remarkable 1,591 trillion bolivars a year, is highly specialized and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 106,147 bolivars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Punk-rockers and girl-bands are united in their loss of fashion statements, the nation is proudly the least fertile in West Calypso, the nation has nearly as many history museums as West Calypsoans, and the number of children one can have is restricted by law. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force. West Calypso's national animal is the Coronation Street cat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Madurology.

West Calypso is ranked 333,527^th in the world and 1^st in West Calypso for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 0.89 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.