In the early 1990s, the Somali Civil War and the plight of the downtrodden Somalian people got a lot of international attention and were frequently in the news, so even American kids knew vaguely about Somalia back then.  Tuck this little factoid into the back of your mind for later.

I grew up with cousins living down the street from me.  With six boys of various ages in their househould, their house was a central hangout for the neighborhood.

Some friends we had in common was a family from presumably Laos^[1], who lived nextdoor to my cousins.

My cousins often hosted sleepovers, and at one sleepover, one of the Lao boys, K.S., who was a scrawny kid, was running around shirtless and wearing a blanket like a cape.  One of my cousins blurted out, “It's the Super Somalian!”

Around this time I had recently rediscovered comic books.  My brother had a stack of comic books from the '70s or '80s that were mostly based on cartoons, like Disney characters or Casper and Richie Rich, which I had re-read several times over the years.  In about 1990 my brother sent home from Canada a couple dozen comic books published by Marvel and DC, which got me excited for superheroes.  Then in mid-1992 I discovered that I could buy comic books at the “local” 7-11 (about a mile-and-a-half from home), starting with G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero #126.

The comic book bug bit me, and I became a comic book fanatic.  I wanted to become a comic book writer.  I bought as many comic books as I could, and I started coming up with ideas for my own superheroes and making doodles of them.  This would soon lead to my passion for writing.

K.S., who didn't seem all that interested in comic books but I believe was influenced by my obsession with them, drew a few 3-panel comic strips of his own, featuring a ghetto character named Mr. Crumb who always wore a Michael Jordan basketball jersey and was a thug.

Meanwhile, the incident with the cape at the sleepover inspired me to create a superhero:  The Super Somalian!  (I originally misspelled it as “The Super Somolian,” after briefly confusing Somalia with Samoa.)  I drew a one-page comic depicting a convenience store getting robbed.  The Super Somalian saves the day by crashing in through a window, which was going to be his signature entrance, then beating up the robber who turns out to be K.S.' Mr. Crumb.  (I gave him the forename of Brad, to sound like “bread crumb.”)  I still have my original comic sheet, which is dated on the back with “April '93.”

K.S. and I planned on creating a comic book company together, called Crumby Comics, but he quickly lost interest in comics altogether.  I kept at it though, drawing comics for other characters and writing other stories.  I even started drawing a sequel to my Super Somalian comic, but switched over to a purely text format so that I could record my ideas faster and plan the panel layout better.

I had intended for the Super Somalian to be the main character of my superhero universe, and had even created a female equivalent called The Super Samoan who would later become his love interest, but that never really got off the ground as I ended up putting more effort into writing code as a software developer.

I had unwittingly made the Super Somalian an immigrant.  His background was that his real name was Akim O'Riley (named after Prince Akeem from Coming To America (1988)), his mother was Somalian, and his father was Scottish—with an Irish surname.  Yeah, I didn't know a lot about foreign cultures at the time.  In any case, he was a U.S. citizen and very much loved America, which was probably inspired by another superhero who used to frequently mention, “truth, justice, and the American way,” until the wokists ruined him, and the Super Somalian wanted to contribute to society, which is why he put his powers to good.  He chose to include Somalian in his name to honor his heritage, while still being an American patriot.

Oh.  The.  Irony.

Now we're a quarter into the 21st Century, and when people think “Somalian,” the first things to come to mind are “pirates” and “fraud.”  The Occidental World is overrun with Middle Eastern immigrants who hate Western culture, want to destroy it, refuse to assimilate into the local cultures, and love the countries they've invaded for nothing more than the money they can bilk from them.  In December of 2025 Nick Shirley exposed the massive fraud conducted primarily by Samalis in Minnesota:  Daycare centers with zero children actually enrolled^[2], transportation service vehicles with flat tires that have sat unused for years, interpreters for people who didn't need them, and much, much more, all paid for by the American tax-payers, totalling billions of dollars!  Not to mention the Somalia-born Minnesota representative, whose annual salary is only $174,000, had her net worth jump from “broke” to $30 million in only 6 years, and when she got called out on it, she said, “Oops, that was just a minor accounting error,” and lowered her assets report to only $95,000.  Who in their right mind would see an “accounting error” that inflates their finances from a hundred grand to 30 million and think nothing about it was out of the ordinary?  Sounds suspicious!

The reality is that Somalia is a horrible place to be.  There is nothing honorable about that country, and its culture of corruption has no value to bring to the West.

I always wanted to share this with the world, one of the first comics I ever made, but I somehow never got around to it, and now I'm not sure I could post any of it without people misinterpreting it as an endorsement of foreign invaders exploiting other countries.  Or maybe it now has value as a parody of current events?  Perhaps I'll release the full comic in the near future . . .

One thing's for sure:  If Akim O'Riley were a real America-loving superhero like in my stories, he would be too embarrassed to be associated with his Somalian heritage.

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