The Impeccably Arranged Snark of The West Pacific Master Dispatch is a titanic, orderly nation, ruled by the Delegate with an iron fist, and renowned for its absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 15.318 billion West Pacificans 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 relatively small, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, although Education, Law & Order, and Welfare are also considered important. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Cathedral of the Guardians. The average income tax rate is 14.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The West Pacifican economy, worth 804 trillion Snarkmarks a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Furniture Restoration, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 52,511 Snarkmarks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Pet owners must make a payment if their charges leave a deposit, traffic tickets are punishable by 9000 push-ups, The Delegate has been known to threaten dissenting citizens with a machine gun at press conferences, and The Delegate is the self-declared God of all The West Pacific Master Dispatch. Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent. The West Pacific Master Dispatch's national animal is the Reindeer and its national religion is Western Orthodoxy.

The West Pacific Master Dispatch is ranked 227,106^th in the world and 1,689^th in the West Pacific for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 216.21 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.