The Empire of The West Point is a huge, orderly nation, remarkable for its compulsory military service, triple-decker prams, and devotion to social welfare. The cynical population of 544 million Westons 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 large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of West City. The average income tax rate is 64.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The West Pointian economy, worth 32.6 trillion National West Point Dollars a year, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Arms Manufacturing, and Retail. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 59,863 National West Point Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Even in the most hardened climate scientists break down at the sound of a single drop of rain, the nation's skies are now a wasteland, internet searches for the inventor of the three-wheeled steam-powered West Pointian weed picker are way up, and grazing lands are filled with cattle wearing odd-looking anti-pollution devices. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The West Point's national animal is the Emperor's Dove, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

The West Point is ranked 35,489^th in the world and 1,947^th in Lazarus for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring 2,466.84 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.