General Assembly
Security Council
Governor: 
The Easter Giant in the Trees of Illahee
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: 
The Easter Giant in the Trees of Illahee
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Embassies: British Columbia, Idaho, The Sands, The Bar on the corner of every region, Washington, Bus Stop, the West Pacific, Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem, Niamark, Cascadia, Karma, Travelling Region, Northern Michigan, The End, Cypress Cove, One big Island, and 8 others.The League, Hell, House Elegarth, Ridgefield, Warzone Trinidad, Starlight, the Outback, and NationStates Paranormal Society.
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The Sasquatch Republic contains 9 nations, the 1,924th most in the world.
Today's World Census Report
The Most Cultured in The Sasquatch Republic
After spending many tedious hours in coffee shops and concert halls, World Census experts have found the following nations to be the most cultured.
As a region, The Sasquatch Republic is ranked 840th in the world for Most Cultured.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Dominion of Bukwas | Inoffensive Centrist Autocracy | “We Exist” | |
| 2. | The Easter Giant in the Trees of Illahee | Civil Rights Lovefest | “Kwanesum Illahee” | |
| 3. |  The Kingdom of SquatchyGarth the Chalupacabra | Corrupt Dictatorship | “Deme dos con extra queso!” | |
| 4. |  The Rebirth of A Newly Born Kraken | Iron Fist Consumerists | “By Executive Order of Bran” | |
| 5. |  The Queendom of Altimazing | Corrupt Dictatorship | “She be Queen” | |
| 6. |  The Republic of Buster Brown | Left-Leaning College State | “We’ll be good from now on!” | |
| 7. |  The Free Land of Skunk Ape | Left-Leaning College State | “Just roaming the swamps” | |
| 8. |  The Loud and Boisterous Past of El Tejon | Left-Leaning College State | “Nunca Nos Esperan” | |
| 9. |  The Dictatorship of Far Far Away From You | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Go away” |
Regional Happenings
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The Allied States of The Farage Coalition of the region Jotunheimr proposed constructing embassies.
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The Dominion of Bukwas opened a new regional poll: "Do you think Yeti is a Bigfoot?".
- : The Dominion of Bukwas opened a new regional poll: "Do you believe Bigfoot is real?".
- : Embassy cancelled between Solidarity and The Sasquatch Republic.
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The People's Republic of New Solidarity of the region Solidarity ordered the closure of its embassy in The Sasquatch Republic.
- : The Easter Giant in the Trees of Illahee altered the region's flag.
- : The Easter Giant in the Trees of Illahee altered the region's flag.
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The Conquerable Kingdom of The Hill ceased to exist.
- : The Dominion of Bukwas rejected The Realm Of Farts's request for regional embassies.
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The MESSENGER OF KARL FARTZ of Fartmaster Q of the region The Realm Of Farts proposed constructing embassies.
The Sasquatch Republic Regional Message Board
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This week's posting is a movie suggestion.
The Legend of Boggy Creek is a classic, must-watch for any squatcher!
The NS/OBI Mega fun poll is back! and this time the honor of the Pacifics are on the line here!!! >:)
• The best Nationstates Pacific!
^ Vote here! failure to vote will cause a Wizard to time zap you to pre sewer Washington DC in the 1850s were the drinking water was homicidal! >:)
#BigfootFriday
Bigfoot and I
~Frederic Parker~
I have no cause to lie,
my memory is clear.
The night was cool, the moon rising.
Fresh scents from a passing rain captures the air.
My campfire kept me warm from the damp forest,
its light reflecting dancing shadows.
I felt relaxed and calm, stress had fled,
from my world of constant work.
My coffee was now ready when I heard a branch snap,
off to my left'
The furious rustle of branches pierced my ears.
A strong musky stench filled the air, surrounding me.
My heart raced as I stared into the darkness,
trying to see what had came near my camp.
I was alone, fire my only defense, but from what?
A sound, a low bellowing sound,
cracked the foundations of my belief.
A beast nine feet tall appeared from the thick bush
and stood quietly still.
I had no where to run or hide.
The beast consumed the space in front of my eyes.
It walked towards me hands out, palms up.
I was confused,disoriented, frightened,
until I saw from the crackling flames,
porcupine quills.
The pain in its eyes burned into me, crying out for help.
I reached over and calmly pulled each one out,
lifting me eyes to its face each time.
It seems I heard a low rumble that sounded like relief.
This beast, this huge beast looked down on me.
The silence could have sliced through ice.
It suddenly turned and walked away.
leaving me trembling with a fire and shadows.
I slowly picked up my cup of coffee,
still looking into the bush, still frightened.
My legs stop quivering as I sat on a log,
next to my fire and smiled,
knowing no one would believe me.
#BigfootFriday
I'm putting up a new poll!
#BigfootFriday
A poem for you!
My Brother Might Be Bigfoot
~Kenn Nessbit~
My brother might be bigfoot.
I’ve seen a bunch of clues.
He’s very hairy, super tall,
and wears enormous shoes.
Whenever I say hi to him
my brother starts to growl.
He walks like a gorilla
and his stink is awfully foul.
He never takes a shower so
he’s slovenly and sweaty.
He claims to have a girlfriend too;
he says her name is Yeti.
He’s not a myth. From what I’ve seen
I think we can assume
that bigfoot lives among us…
He’s in my brother’s room.
This week's #BigfootFriday is a movie suggestion.
It's funny and a classic:
Sasquatch: The Legend of Bigfoot (1976)
For #BigfootFriday a suggestion ...
Try a Bigfoot expedition sometime!
You'll meet great people and maybe find Bigfoot!
My son and I attend the ones put on by the very respectable Bigfoot Field Researcher's Organization (BFRO).
This week's #BigfootFriday is a riddle ...
I leave my mark where no road goes,
In mountain mud and winter snows.
I walk on two, yet I’m no man;
I flee from every searching plan.
I’m tall as trees, or so they say,
But when you look, I’ve slipped away.
You’ll find my footprints, hair, and smell,
And hear my midnight stories tell.
Cameras blur when I draw near;
I’m always gone when proof is here.
Scientists doubt me, campers swear,
That something huge is hiding there.
So what am I, elusive brute,
Whose greatest evidence is a big foot?
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