The Republic of Western Santos is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Bob with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, smutty television, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 21.719 billion Western Santosians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Sao Vicente. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Western Santosian economy, worth a remarkable 9,888 trillion Shrapnels a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 455,272 Shrapnels, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,504,747 per year while the poor average 41,978, a ratio of 59.7 to 1.

Marketing departments of corporate giants compete to sponsor little league teams, after every storm there's an expensive government-funded rainbow, neighboring nations are tired of Western Santos's big fish stories, and traveller camps regularly block five-lane superhighways. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Western Santos's national animal is the Mongoose, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Bobistanity.

Western Santos is ranked 242,627^th in the world and 419^th in The Glorious Nations of Iwaku for Most Popular Tourist Destinations, with 3 Tourists Per Hour.