The Grand Duchy of Western End Them Son is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by Daddy with an even hand, and notable for its vat-grown people, smutty television, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic population of 9.665 billion El Gaians enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The medium-sized, corrupt, liberal government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Maxwell City. The average income tax rate is 98.4%.

The frighteningly efficient El Gaian economy, worth a remarkable 2,525 trillion Souls a year, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 261,312 Souls, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Manufacturers of biodegradable plastics have to wait for months to show evidence of organic decomposition, if you die during a restaurant meal the government will pick up the bill, Air Western End Them Son is rumored to receive more government funding than the El Gaian Air Force, and coffee cups have grown in size to accommodate the huge ingredients list. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Western End Them Son's national animal is the Falcon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Western End Them Son is ranked 6,298^th in the world and 140^th in the West Pacific for Best Weather, with 275 Meters Of Sunlight.