Talk:Ben Marble

Please do assist me regarding: Doctor Ben Marble, M. D.

I am Benjamin Alborn Marble, M.D. aka dR. O's THE REAL AMERICAN IDOL [1] I have a bachelors degree in Biomedical Science with minors in Chemistry and Psychology. I later received my M.D. and currently I am an Emergency Room director. I am also an inventor with several patents including the first VIDEO MEDICAL RECORD! [2] I initially became somewhat famous because my indie rock band, DOCTOR O, was hailed as the SUPERGROUP OF CYBERSPACE BY YAHOO.COM ( [3] ) I later became somewhat infamous because I said GO FUCK YOURSELF MR. CHENEY! GO FUCK YOURSELF! GO FUCK YOURSELF ASSHOLE! to The Dick Cheney on 090805 in Gulfport, Ms. in the immediate aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. [4] To briefly explain my motivation for saying that one should realize that Cheney had told Senator Patrick Leahy to "Go Fuck Yourself" on the floor of Congress prior to my encounter with him. It is my personal belief as a former republican that The Dick Cheney is a war criminal of the highest order and will hopefully eventually be held accountable for his numerous crimes. I consider myself to be socially somewhat liberal but fiscally fairly conservative. And so prior to meeting Cheney I loathed basically all of his policies! ( HINT: Torture is NOT conservative! Starting pre-emptive strike wars to make $ for your pals at Helliburden is NOT conservative, etc.) So I knew they had blown the post- Katrina recovery and done many other bad things. I also knew Dick Cheney was coming to town that day & thought there was a good chance he would come to my neighborhood (high damage area near the beach in a primarily white part of town) and if they did it would be to try and score some BROWNIE POINTs with Dick Cheney putting some boots on the ground! And so I had no intention of letting them whitewash their failure. I went to my home to try and dig some things out of the rubbble but they wouldn't let me to my home instead waving The Dick Cheney through right in front of me! And so I eventually made it to my destroyed home but then I realized I was probably going to have an opportunity to meet him and/or get some TV time and so I tried to think of something good to say. I thought it would be poetic justice to give The Dick a dose of his own medicine! Basically I "PUNKD" The Dick on live international TV with the GO FUCK YOURSELF heard round the world as I yelled GO FUCK YOURSELF MR. CHENEY! GO FUCK YOURSELF! GO FUCK YOURSELF ASSHOLE! It was one of the funniest things I ever did in my entire life, yet at the same time the secret service looked like they were going to attempt to kill me so I immediately walked away from the area. I had no desire to do anyone any physical harm but wanted to use my right to freedom of speech to hurt them politically or at least speak up for the several other million (billion?) people around the world who don't like Dick Cheney. The story of my encounter with The Dick was covered by: all major national and international news networks, Jon Stewart's The Daily Show, GQ Magazine, Rolling Stone magazine (THE BEST TELEVISED SOUNDBITE OF 2005!), Salon.com, The New Yorker, and too many other websites/magazines to mention. I appeared as a guest on MSNBC's HARDBALL with Chris Matthews knocking it out of the park with the "HARDEST" HARDBALL show ever! @ [5] Thanks to MSNBC I came off looking like the Dick even though I very clearly won the 'debate'! I wish they hadn't put me up against a TARD! I was also featured in Spike Lee's HBO documentary WHEN THE LEVEES BROKE and it's sequel, "IF GOD IS WILLING AND THE CREEK DON'T RISE!". On 091109 I gave a speech at the UNITED NATIONS before introducing Razzy to perform his song I HATE HATE! [6]

I am married & have children but I still like to write/record music for dR. O & occasionally perform live concerts. I also have co-written some country songs on Razzy Bailey's "DAMNED GOOD TIME" cd which features duets Razzy did with Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Charlie Daniels, etc. I've played some cool gigs at places like the Whisky A Go Go in Los Angeles, CBGB's in NYC, the United Nations, Masquerades in Atlanta, the September 0911 concert in NYC, CPR fest in Biloxi, Pensacola Springfest, etc. I even got to play my "Go F**k Yourself Mr. Cheney" song in front of the White House on 09/11/07. And my dreams came true when dR. O performed as an opening act for Alice Cooper, Queensryche, and Black Sabbath in Boston!

I am working on selling a few of my patents [7] (I have also invented a 'Liver Protector'(seat belt attachment), a one person diaper changer, and a new type of IUD.) I like to paint and have one of my paintings private gallery in Los Angeles which also includes Picasso's and Van Gogh's!!! How cool is that? [8]

As for my religious beliefs, I have conceptualized my own religion which I call "REALIGION" & it is the only religion that is based entirely in REALITY via a lowest common denominator "GOD" concept i.e. WHATEVER? it is that led to everything that exists should be called "GOD". I call this my UNIFYING DEFINITION OF "GOD". It is important to to notice that REALIGION is applicable to ALL humans (atheists, scientists, Jews, Islamics, Christians, Buddhists,etc. It is also important to note that "GOD" gave us REALITY not any BOOK because we all know that all books are written by HUMANS! So please quit telling me all about "GODS word" in that book that "GOD" did NOT write!

So in summation, I am a father, son, brother, dad, doctor, surfer, political pundit/activist, artist/painter, published author, computer geek, tennis player,fisherman, videographer, indie film maker, part time philosopher/theologian, and creator/owner of over 25 websites (my site hurricanekatrinasucked.com has received over 5 million visits but is currently offline bc I am switching servers)

That is about all I can think of to add at this time... Thanks, Ben Marble

Whereas I do not like being deleted, I am starting here.

I do need your assistance in creating the primary page, please.

I've found that Dr. Marble's website is physically difficult for me to read;

I do suspect that I would have a better time figuring the text after I would copy | paste here.

Please do note that Doctor Ben Marble is best known as the person who, whilst Veep Richard Bruce Cheney was visiting Katrina Hurricane Louisiana, Dr. Marble issued to Mr. Cheney a similar instruction as the instruction that Mr. Cheney had issued to Senator Pat Leahy, Vermont.

Therefore this quote is derived from:

< http://benmarblemd.com >; although a somewhat similar article seems to be @:

< http://earthisland.org/project/newsPage2.cfm?newsID=746&pageID=177&subSiteID=44 >.

I have not yet been able to read all the way through either one.

< http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talk:Ben_Marble%2C_M._D. >;

< http://eng.anarchopedia.org/index.php/Talk:Ben_Marble%2C_M._D. >.

Here it is:

Hurricane Victim Handcuffed for Cursing Cheney

On September 8, during Vice President Dick Cheney's post-storm tour of Mississippi, his appearance was disrupted by an unidentified man yelling what radio reporters described as "an obscenity that could not be broadcast." Thanks to blogger Jackson Thoreau (http://

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.com/hkbw), we now know the identity of Cheney's Mississippi. The hurler of verbal abuse was emergency room physician and alternative rock-band member Dr. Ben Marble

Dr. Marble, one of thousands who lost their homes due to Hurricane Katrina, was trying to reach his demolished Gulfport home when he was stopped at a military police checkpoint 200 feet from his house. He was told that no one could pass the barricade and ordered to take another route home, which would require an extra 20 minutes-worth of his remaining gasoline.

In a letter describing his encounter with Cheney, Marble explained: "Gas is really expensive and extremely hard to get anywhere Katrina has destroyed," "So needless to say, I was extremely aggravated that they wouldn't let me pass."

Before he could turn around, a convoy of dark cars approached, honking and demanding that Marble clear his vehicle to let them through the supposedly "closed" barricade. "I waved a middle finger at the caravan," Marble confessed.

After driving the extra 20 minutes, Marble reached his home. When he overheard a neighbor saying that Cheney was up the street talking to people, Marble approached a couple police officers and asked if he and a friend could stroll over to visit. The smiling officers agreed, adding that Cheney was "looking forward" to talking to "the locals."

"For those who don't know," Marble wrote, "Mr. Cheney is infamous for telling Senator [Pat] Leahy 'go f--- yourself' on the Senate floor. Also, I am not happy about the fact that thousands have died due to the slow action of FEMA -- not to even mention the wrong-war-in-the -wrong -place at the wrong time -- i.e. Iraq.

"So we grabbed my Canon digital rebel and my Sony videocamera and started walking down the street. And then, right in front of the destroyed tennis court I used to play on, Dick Cheney was giving a pep rally, talking to the press. The Secret Service guys patted us down and waved the wands over us, and then let us pass."

When Mable and his buddy got within 10 feet of Cheney, Marble suddenly yelled, "Go f--- yourself, Mr. Cheney! Go f--- yourself, you a------!" CNN and other media filmed the scene.

"I had no intention of harming anyone but merely wanted to echo Mr. Cheney's infamous words back at him," Marble explained. "At that moment, I noticed the Secret Service guys with a panic-stricken look on their faces, like they were about to tackle me, so I calmly walked away back to my former house."

Later, as Marble and his friend were salvaging remnants from the home, two military police arrived, brandishing M-16's. They explained that they were looking for a man who matched Marble's description who had cursed Cheney.

"I told them I was probably the person they were looking for." Marble wrote. "So they put me in handcuffs and 'detained' me for about 20 minutes. My right thumb went numb because the cuffs were on so tight, but they were fairly courteous and eventually released me after getting all my contact info. They said I had NOT broken any laws so I was free to go.

"Even with all our losses, we are still luckier than many people down here because at least we didn't die," Marble wrote.

Marble has put his unique video up for auction on eBay. Marble also has an Internet site with photos of hurricane damage at www.HurricaneKatrinaSucked.com. Marble can be reached at clone9@yahoo.com.

Dear human,

    I will in the words that follow try to give some description of what I consider important parts of my life.  Of course, there are many private issues that I consider important that I will not discuss on a public forum.  
    My name is Benjamin A. Marble, M.D. I was born in Gulfport, Ms. where my mother grew up.   I have 2 older brothers and 1 older sister.  Basically we grew up on the Gulf of Mexico.  A year or so after I was born my family moved to the Pensacola, Fl. area where my father grew up.   The first memory I have is my mother taking a picture of me standing in my playpen with a bottle in my mouth.  The flash went off and scared me and then I remember hearing voices laughing in unison.  I also remember my brother Wil throwing a football to me in a field in Pensacola, Fl.   My dad was a firman when we lived near Johnson beach,Fl. We would go to the beach fairly frequently to swim, fish, and surf.  We had a great time surfing on our little tiny styrofoam boards.  One day I was almost eaten by a 12 foot hammerhead shark.  I had been playing with a dead fish and it was hungry.  My siblings and I had only been in the water for maybe 5 minutes when our dad started yelling at us to get out of the water.  I started whining about not wanting to get out.  My dad pointed and yelled again.  I remember seeing it’s fin.  Suddenly I knew I was 4 year old easy to swallow shark bait.   I let go of the dead fish and turned around and started running.  We all ran.  I could see and hear my dad on the shore yelling at us to run.  I saw my brothers were going to make it but being the youngest I ran the slowest.  I ran so hard as I saw the fear in my family’s faces.  I remember seeing the water was ankle deep then turning around to see this 12 foot monster of a hammerhead as it had to take a right turn so it wouldn’t run aground.  I was really happy.  I ran down the beach and yelled at the surfers to get out of the water.  That was the year before I started kindergarten when I sat at home alone with my mom while my siblings were at school.  We had a lot of fun and then I went to kindergarten and first grade at Pleasant Grove elementary school.  My kindergarten teachers name was Mrs. Weed.  We went to church way too much during this time period.  When I was 7, my dad got a job working for Exxon and so we moved to Pace, Fl. where I went to 2nd grade.   I occasionally would paint things with my mom.  Our next door neighbor was a Hispanic woman who was  really nice.  I think my mom felt sorry for her because her husband was so mean.  He was the classic KKK type.  So we used to take her to the movies and other places.  Then I remember waking up late one night hearing sirens.  I looked out my bedroom window and saw the paramedics pushing a bodybag out.  She supposedly put a shotgun in her own mouth and pulled the trigger with her toe.  I never believed that story.  About 2 days later a new woman and her son moved into that man’s house.  I think subconsciously I knew something was wrong and so one day not long after that while the family was watching Star Trek I set our house on fire.  I expected the worst spanking imaginable but amazingly my dad didn’t punish me.  Anyway while we lived in Pace one of my teachers accused me of being intelligent.  Some doctors gave me a few IQ tests and pinned a few labels on me.  Next thing I know I'm in the 'gifted program' where it didn't take me long to fall in love with the Commodore Pet and Apple IIe.  The following year we moved a few miles northeast in the same county to live in the ‘country’ near Jay, Florida.  Since we were in the same county I was still sent to the ‘gifted program’ once a week and I was allowed to skip from 3rd to 4th grade.  The only things we had to do for fun at that time was go hunting a lot. We also had about 10 dogs, chickens, cats, etc.  I even had 2 pet raccoons.  I was a computer geek who was living in the deep ‘backwoods’.  In Jay they had one red light in town.  Of course there was a sign at that light that said ‘Don’t let the sun set on your black ass’.  The KKK would stand at that same very corner and ask for donations.  My parents were classic ‘turn the other cheek’ Christians at that point so I am glad they didn’t associate with those people.  At home when I wasn't being forced to memorize the bible I would read the encyclopedia for fun.  Primarily due to changing churches and/or jobs my family moved a lot. I changed schools 11  times from kindergarten to 12th grade. I have lived in every county on the Gulf Coast from as far East as Escambia County, Florida to as far West as the Parish of St. Tammany, La.   This area of course is the deepest south part of the "bible belt" where as I already mentioned my parents decided we should attend church every Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, and/or any other night they felt like having a "prayer meeting".  I always thought the church people were crazy because they 'spoke in tongues' and I never saw the 'demons' they claimed they 'saw'.  Yeah I could go on for hours about that but the good news is eventually it ended.  And just in case anyone is wondering, I have never attended one myself but I do know for a fact that there are still some Christian sects in the deep south that play with rattle snakes in church (I have seen some of the sinners as patients LOL) .    
     My dad played guitar so I was always exposed to guitars and remember banging on my 2 older brother's 74's Fender Strats the year before I started kindergarten. The first instrument I actually atempted to learn how to play was saxophone when I started band in 6th grade while we were living in Milton, Fl.  I wasn't all that good at it and still can't play one.  When we lived in Milton, Fl., my brothers and I began to play tennis a lot with our dad.   Our dad was working for Exxon at the time and they transferred him to New Orleans.  So we spent the Christmas holidays moving to Bay St. Louis, Ms.  Our new house was literally 200 yards from a set of tennis courts so we were happy about that.  I played a few tournaments and by the time I was 14 I was ranked #5 in the state.  Of course that isn't saying much since everyone knows Mississippi is historically such a competetive tennis state (j/j)   Then  when I was 12 my oldest brother Wil gave me some lessons to get me started on guitar.  I became obsessed with it.  When I wasn't in church I would be programming my computer, playing tennis,  or my guitar.   My parents wouldn't let me own an electric guitar as they knew that eventually I would 'join a rock band'.  I kept practicing.  The first song I learned to play 'note for note' on my acoustic guitar was Dire Straits "Sultans of Swing".  Mark Knopfler taught me the value of the right hand.  Eventually I became a 'metalhead'.  Randi Rhodes and then Yngwie were a couple of my favorite guitarists.   Despite excessive amounts of alcohol and raging teenage hormones I eventually graduated from Long Beach High School.  I always wanted to become a doctor so I worked towards that goal.  I did my first year of undergrad at William Carey College on Highway 90 in Gulfport, Ms.  I decided the following year to transfer to the Univ. of South Alabama in Mobile, Al. because I knew they had a fairly good medical school.  I married early and we started a family while both working full time and being full time students.  We were extremely poor and even were on welfare for a year.  I eventually received my bachelors degree in Biomedical Science with minors in Psychology and Chemistry.  I stayed at USA for medical school and received my M.D. degree.  In my limited free time I managed to write music, play my guitar, paint, and/or go surfing with Chris Cave, M.S., M.D. whom I met in Long Beach when I was in 8th grade.   I also began painting again on a fairly regular basis primarily to relax.  One day I decided to bring some of them into the Cathedral Square Art Gallery on Dauphin St. in downtown Mobile, Al. and they asked if they could make me a 'guest' artist for a month which eventually led to me becoming a member of the gallery for quite a while.  The band, dR. O, I started with Chris received a ton of good feedback  eventually leading to our being declared the "Supergroup of Cyberspace" by Yahoo Internet Life magazine.   During my intern year I was working over 100 hours/week and eventually I got divorced.   When finishing residency I received the 'Surf's Up Award' as the resident who went surfing more than any other LOL.  I was glad because I have always believed in having non-career related hobbies i.e. surfing, painting, computer programming, writing, composing, performing music, photography, fishing,  etc. I ran back into my wife Lisa whom I had seen in about 13 years or so.  I had Lisa in my speech class when I was in 12th grade.  I became really good friends with her and eventually fell for her pretty hard.  Luckily for me when I ran back into her she was single and so was I.  Eventually we flew to Vegas and were married by Elvis.  Over the years, I have had some success with the photography, more success with the paintings, even more success with the music of dR. O and Yoon, and then ridiculously enough I become famous for saying "GO FU** YOURSELF MR. CHENEY" on live television (CNN/MSNBC/FOX) on 090805 during The Dick Cheney's lame staged photo op in my destroyed neighborhood in Gulfport, Ms. The media frenzy that ensued was a bit insane leading Rolling Stone Magazine to call my words the "Best Televised Soundbite of the Year".  So even though www.hurricanekatrinasucked.com I can’t complain too much for myself but I will try to do what I can to help others. So anyway I decided to create this site to discuss things I find interesting and also display some of my paintings, photography, music, websites, etc. 

Thanks, Ben Marble, M.D.

Dear human,

I will in the words that follow try to give some description of what I consider important parts of my life. Of course, there are many private issues that I consider important that I will not discuss on a public forum.

My name is Benjamin A. Marble, M.D. I was born in Gulfport, Ms. where my mother grew up. I have 2 older brothers and 1 older sister. Basically we grew up on the Gulf of Mexico. A year or so after I was born my family moved to the Pensacola, Fl. area where my father grew up. The first memory I have is my mother taking a picture of me standing in my playpen with a bottle in my mouth. The flash went off and scared me and then I remember hearing voices laughing in unison. I also remember my brother Wil throwing a football to me in a field in Pensacola, Fl. My dad was a firman when we lived near Johnson beach,Fl. We would go to the beach fairly frequently to swim, fish, and surf. We had a great time surfing on our little tiny styrofoam boards. One day I was almost eaten by a 12 foot hammerhead shark. I had been playing with a dead fish and it was hungry. My siblings and I had only been in the water for maybe 5 minutes when our dad started yelling at us to get out of the water. I started whining about not wanting to get out. My dad pointed and yelled again. I remember seeing it’s fin. Suddenly I knew I was 4 year old easy to swallow shark bait. I let go of the dead fish and turned around and started running. We all ran. I could see and hear my dad on the shore yelling at us to run. I saw my brothers were going to make it but being the youngest I ran the slowest. I ran so hard as I saw the fear in my family’s faces. I remember seeing the water was ankle deep then turning around to see this 12 foot monster of a hammerhead as it had to take a right turn so it wouldn’t run aground. I was really happy. I ran down the beach and yelled at the surfers to get out of the water. That was the year before I started kindergarten when I sat at home alone with my mom while my siblings were at school. We had a lot of fun and then I went to kindergarten and first grade at Pleasant Grove elementary school. My kindergarten teachers name was Mrs. Weed. We went to church way too much during this time period. When I was 7, my dad got a job working for Exxon and so we moved to Pace, Fl. where I went to 2nd grade. I occasionally would paint things with my mom. Our next door neighbor was a Hispanic woman who was really nice. I think my mom felt sorry for her because her husband was so mean. He was the classic KKK type. So we used to take her to the movies and other places. Then I remember waking up late one night hearing sirens. I looked out my bedroom window and saw the paramedics pushing a bodybag out. She supposedly put a shotgun in her own mouth and pulled the trigger with her toe. I never believed that story. About 2 days later a new woman and her son moved into that man’s house. I think subconsciously I knew something was wrong and so one day not long after that while the family was watching Star Trek I set our house on fire. I expected the worst spanking imaginable but amazingly my dad didn’t punish me. Anyway while we lived in Pace one of my teachers accused me of being intelligent. Some doctors gave me a few IQ tests and pinned a few labels on me. Next thing I know I'm in the 'gifted program' where it didn't take me long to fall in love with the Commodore Pet and Apple IIe. The following year we moved a few miles northeast in the same county to live in the ‘country’ near Jay, Florida. Since we were in the same county I was still sent to the ‘gifted program’ once a week and I was allowed to skip from 3rd to 4th grade. The only things we had to do for fun at that time was go hunting a lot. We also had about 10 dogs, chickens, cats, etc. I even had 2 pet raccoons. I was a computer geek who was living in the deep ‘backwoods’. In Jay they had one red light in town. Of course there was a sign at that light that said ‘Don’t let the sun set on your black ass’. The KKK would stand at that same very corner and ask for donations. My parents were classic ‘turn the other cheek’ Christians at that point so I am glad they didn’t associate with those people. At home when I wasn't being forced to memorize the bible I would read the encyclopedia for fun. Primarily due to changing churches and/or jobs my family moved a lot. I changed schools 11 times from kindergarten to 12th grade. I have lived in every county on the Gulf Coast from as far East as Escambia County, Florida to as far West as the Parish of St. Tammany, La. This area of course is the deepest south part of the "bible belt" where as I already mentioned my parents decided we should attend church every Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, and/or any other night they felt like having a "prayer meeting". I always thought the church people were crazy because they 'spoke in tongues' and I never saw the 'demons' they claimed they 'saw'. Yeah I could go on for hours about that but the good news is eventually it ended. And just in case anyone is wondering, I have never attended one myself but I do know for a fact that there are still some Christian sects in the deep south that play with rattle snakes in church (I have seen some of the sinners as patients LOL) .

My dad played guitar so I was always exposed to guitars and remember banging on my 2 older brother's 74's Fender Strats the year before I started kindergarten. The first instrument I actually atempted to learn how to play was saxophone when I started band in 6th grade while we were living in Milton, Fl. I wasn't all that good at it and still can't play one. When we lived in Milton, Fl., my brothers and I began to play tennis a lot with our dad. Our dad was working for Exxon at the time and they transferred him to New Orleans. So we spent the Christmas holidays moving to Bay St. Louis, Ms. Our new house was literally 200 yards from a set of tennis courts so we were happy about that. I played a few tournaments and by the time I was 14 I was ranked #5 in the state. Of course that isn't saying much since everyone knows Mississippi is historically such a competetive tennis state (j/j) Then when I was 12 my oldest brother Wil gave me some lessons to get me started on guitar. I became obsessed with it. When I wasn't in church I would be programming my computer, playing tennis, or my guitar. My parents wouldn't let me own an electric guitar as they knew that eventually I would 'join a rock band'. I kept practicing. The first song I learned to play 'note for note' on my acoustic guitar was Dire Straits "Sultans of Swing". Mark Knopfler taught me the value of the right hand. Eventually I became a 'metalhead'. Randi Rhodes and then Yngwie were a couple of my favorite guitarists. Despite excessive amounts of alcohol and raging teenage hormones I eventually graduated from Long Beach High School. I always wanted to become a doctor so I worked towards that goal. I did my first year of undergrad at William Carey College on Highway 90 in Gulfport, Ms. I decided the following year to transfer to the Univ. of South Alabama in Mobile, Al. because I knew they had a fairly good medical school. I married early and we started a family while both working full time and being full time students. We were extremely poor and even were on welfare for a year. I eventually received my bachelors degree in Biomedical Science with minors in Psychology and Chemistry. I stayed at USA for medical school and received my M.D. degree. In my limited free time I managed to write music, play my guitar, paint, and/or go surfing with Chris Cave, M.S., M.D. whom I met in Long Beach when I was in 8th grade. I also began painting again on a fairly regular basis primarily to relax. One day I decided to bring some of them into the Cathedral Square Art Gallery on Dauphin St. in downtown Mobile, Al. and they asked if they could make me a 'guest' artist for a month which eventually led to me becoming a member of the gallery for quite a while. The band, dR. O, I started with Chris received a ton of good feedback eventually leading to our being declared the "Supergroup of Cyberspace" by Yahoo Internet Life magazine. During my intern year I was working over 100 hours/week and eventually I got divorced. When finishing residency I received the 'Surf's Up Award' as the resident who went surfing more than any other LOL. I was glad because I have always believed in having non-career related hobbies i.e. surfing, painting, computer programming, writing, composing, performing music, photography, fishing, etc. I ran back into my wife Lisa whom I had seen in about 13 years or so. I had Lisa in my speech class when I was in 12th grade. I became really good friends with her and eventually fell for her pretty hard. Luckily for me when I ran back into her she was single and so was I. Eventually we flew to Vegas and were married by Elvis. Over the years, I have had some success with the photography, more success with the paintings, even more success with the music of dR. O and Yoon, and then ridiculously enough I become famous for saying "GO FU** YOURSELF MR. CHENEY" on live television (CNN/MSNBC/FOX) on 090805 during The Dick Cheney's lame staged photo op in my destroyed neighborhood in Gulfport, Ms. The media frenzy that ensued was a bit insane leading Rolling Stone Magazine to call my words the "Best Televised Soundbite of the Year". So even though www.hurricanekatrinasucked.com I can’t complain too much for myself but I will try to do what I can to help others. So anyway I decided to create this site to discuss things I find interesting and also display some of my paintings, photography, music, websites, etc.

Thanks,

Ben Marble, M.D.

From DonFphrnqTaub Persina:

"Has humanity lost its [blue] marble??"

Hopiakuta 00:52, 26 August 2006 (UTC)

Now,...

Now, I do know much more.

I know that there's a linked website which many persons consider "spam".

I know that there's another one called:

< http://HurricaneKatrinaSucked.com >.

I know that it's Mississippi, not Louisiana; though, in some ways, that's not a major distinction. It does seem that he's spent much time in each of these states, as well as much of the Southeast.

Hopiakuta 05:13, 26 August 2006 (UTC)

< http://HurricaneKatrinaSucked.com >:

Most hurricanes blow but we are here to tell you that not only did Katrina blow but it sucked too! The point of this site is to keep the world informed on Hurricane Katrina and it's aftermath along the Gulf Coast. In it's short history this site has had over 3 MILLION hits and still averages around 20,000 hits per day!

The most powerful part of Hurricane Katrina i.e. the 'northeast quadrant' passed over Hancock/Harrison counties in Mississippi wiping out 90+ MILES of coastline. Our friends in Lousiana also suffered a catastrophic tragedy due to the levee failures but the majority of their damage occured a day and a half after the storm had passed. So it is good that New Orleans is getting a lot of media coverage but the lack of coverage of the devastation of the Mississippi coast is wrong.

Life has been quite surreal since Katrina's wrath was unleashed. Those of us who survived are doing our best to rebuild what we can. Help has come from all over the world and for that we are thankful but just to make sure you don't forget that we still need help after Katrina's proverbial "15 minutes" have expired we shall be here to remind you.

Thanks, Ben Marble, M.D.

ps. the song that you hear is called 'Falling' and was written/performed by myself and Derek Pardoe so if you like it go to www.myspace.com/anorexicskeleton

also I thought I would post MY KATRINA STORY...

Growing up on the Gulf Coast I have been through countless hurricanes since I was a small child. I vividly remember one when we live outside of Pensacola, Florida when I was maybe 5 years old that destroyed our entire garden including my strawberry patch. That one spawned a bunch of tornadoes. I remember the clouds looked sort of green and I saw tornadoes zip through our neighborhood narrowly missing our house. I guess that is probably why I tend to have recurring dreams about tornadoes chasing me? When I was 9 we lived in Milton, Florida and one school day I awoke around 9 a.m. I wondered why nobody woke me up for school and so I walked around the house to try and find out why. I was stunned when I realized no one was there. I was all alone. I knew something was wrong so I went outside. The wind was blowing pretty hard making the big magnolia tree in the front yard sway. I went back inside and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually my family came home to tell me that Hurricane Frederick was coming. That night Frederick hit and luckily we didn't take a direct blow but it was still pretty bad. When I was in 11th grade living in Long

Beach, Ms. Hurricane Elena hit. It was a category 3 storm that hit in the day time and the eye went over Long Beach. Our house was shaped like an L and so my sister and I watched the storm from the relative safety of our front porch(the bottom of the L shielded the porch). We were having a grande time and even had fun trying to stand up in the 120+mph winds. Then suddenly we hear the most violent noise and watched as our wooden privacy fence went flying into the air and flew several hundred feet down the road. We ran as fast as we could back into the house. It wasn't much fun after that. We watched the rest of the storm from inside the house. The creaks and moans were frightening enough but the scariest thing was watching our roof billow up and down like it could fly away at any second. That was the day I made up my personal rule that I will stay for a Cat. 3 hurricane but will leave for anything stronger. Anyway when I was in college in Mobile, Al. I began chasing hurricanes to go surfing. I would frequently drive to Orange Beach or Pensacola to go surfing. And then of course when a storm would come we were there to ride it's waves. I surfed

Andrew, Ivan, Opal, Luis, and numerous other tropical storms/hurricanes. I nearly drowned several times, in fact, but that is another story.

And so we were anxiously waiting as Katrina approached. Having tracked storms my entire life I have developed a pretty keen ability to correctly guess where they will hit. I had been tracking Katrina since before it hit lower Florida. I felt deep down it was coming our way. I knew once it hit the Gulf it would

strengthen and so I felt things were going to be bad. During the day on Saturday I went by Derek's house to talk about everything. We wound up joking about the storm and writing/recording a new song about how everything

was going to be destroyed and New Orleans would be filled with water killing thousands. The initial lyrics were 'clean up clean up hurricane'. At the time we were just nervously joking of course which in hindsight makes that song all the more eerie (that was the last song recorded at OMNI MIND STUDIO). Then late Saturday night around 2a.m. or so I was playing on the internet when I heard the weather channel update say Katrina was now a category 5 storm. I was appalled and just stared intently at the weather report as I knew for certain at

this point that somewhere along the coast massive devastation was about to ensue. My wife Lisa who was 39 weeks pregnant was supposed to be 'induced' to have our baby that week. When she awoke I told her the bad news

and so we began packing what we could. Around 3:30p.m. or so Lisa, my 1 1/2 year old son Luke, my daughter Brittany, and my pregnant wife finally left Gulfport, Ms. Lisa's parents followed us in their vehicle. Prior to leaving I had booked a hotel room in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. We made it to the interstate 10 and found that traffic was moving less than 5 MPH and so we had to take the 'back roads' through Mississippi and Alabama. We eventually crossed Mobile Bay and decided to take the back roads near Gulf Shores through Pensacola on our way to Ft. Walton. The rains were torrential at that point in time which was compounded by the fact that Luke had a fever of 103-104 and Lisa was having irregular contractions every 15-20 minutes so needless to say she was a bit irritable. We finally arrived at the hotel in Ft. Walton around 9p.m. and began to have some sense of relief. But that was short lived as we soon found out that our hotel had a mandatory evacuation i.e. we had no room. We panicked somewhat at this point and kept driving east on I-10 making phone calls to find a room. Eventually we got to a room at 7:30am in a small town called

Lake Park, Georgia which is about 1 1/2 hours northeast of Tallahassee. We quickly went to sleep. Suddenly my phone rang in my ear and I awoke to the frantic screaming of a male voice screaming for me to "call 911...we are all about to die". At first I thought it was my nephew and so I asked who it was and it turned out to be Derek. He and his mom, girlfriend, grandparents, and a few other friends had stayed in Ocean Springs, Ms. at his grandfathers house which is in a neighbordhood called Gulf Hills. Gulf Hills is right on the gulf just to the north of the Ocean Springs/Biloxi bridge but Derek believed they would be safe their because his grandfathers house is built on top of a hill about 20 feet or so above sea level. They have a basement and then 2 stories on top of that. Derek said the water was coming up rapidly and they only had one floor left. He knew if the water kept rising they would soon be out of space. I told him since he had called me that he should call 911 himself but that they wouldn't come

out in the middle of the storm. I suggested he could climb out the window and swim to a tree. He wasn't so much worried about himself as he said 'yeah I can do that but what about my 92 year old grandfather?" I had no good answer. I couldn't go back to sleep and watched what I could of the storm on the tv set in the hotel room. About an hour later Derek called back with a jubilance to his voice saying the water was receding. I told him not to get too excited because I was watching the storm on tv and basically the eye was over the region at that point. All cells phones went out after that momemt. Relieved but tired I went back to sleep. I woke up around 2pm or so and remembered that it was our wedding anniversary. I ordered a dozen roses for my wife and then we had some food at the "Cracker Barrel". As we were turning in our key to the hotel my wife picked up her roses. We knew we would never forget this anniversary. We had booked a hotel room that night in Niceville, Florida. My wife's sister was there with her boyfriend so we all anxiously watched the news to see

what had happened. Eventually we went to sleep and woke up early. We went to get supplies buying generators, chainsaws, gas, canned food, water, etc. and then drove back to Gulfport. I had been shooting video of everything since before the storm so of course we shot more on the way back. The news media said the stateline between Mississippi/Alabama was closed to all traffic but that was a lie. Eventually we made it back. We had been unable to get in touch with anyone and so we didn't know who was alive or dead. We went by my parents

house first because it was close to the interstate on the way in. They were ok. Then we went to Lisa's parents house. It was missing a few shingles and many of the neighbors homes were destroyed but there house was in

pretty decent shape. Lastly, we went to our house. The last half mile before we arrived was extremely nerve racking. My wife began to cry as we saw our house in ruins. The entire neighborhood was destroyed like "God" took his fist and pounded it on the ground utterly smashing everything in the way. Our house was 2 stories the top of which was relatively pristine. The bottom however was utterly destroyed as it had about 5 feet of water in it that gutted all the walls/destroyed all the furniture. Many people don't seem to realize that flood insurance is nearly impossible to get in that area as it is one block off of the beach. That night Lisa's contractions became more regular so I checked her cervix and she was dilated 4 cm. We rushed to Garden Park hospital but that had no labor & delivery so we had to drive to Gulfport Memorial instead. They had just had power restored but were running out of food. A midwife had to deliver the baby. They had no anesthesiologist and so Lisa only receive one shot of Nubain for pain and that was 3 hours before the baby actually came. Lisa was frantic and in a panicked state. I could only watch the horror from the bedside and

try to comfort her when I could. Somehow I felt like I was watching the 'Exorcist' at that moment. Sofia Grace eventually came in the early am on Wednesday weighing in at 8lbs. 9 ounces. I was glad that was over. They had no real facilities so the hospital gave us the boot on Thursday shortly after Lisa did an interview with Gary Tuchman on CNN. We stayed at her parents house after that and began trying to take care of the baby and salvage what we could from our old house. There was no power for numerous days and the temperature was over 95 everyday it seemed. Luckily we had our generators and so we ran them when we could....Days went by as I tried to balance family, work, finding a new place to live. The first few weeks were especially difficult as gas lines stretched for miles. I rode my bicycle more than I drove because I only wanted to use gas as a last resort.....We were essentially living under martial law. For example, one night in Long Beach I dared ride my bicycle after nightfall a few hundred yards over to my friend Jay's house. On the way back home I was greeted by 2 police officers pointing their guns at me. Luckily I always carried my doctor id badge

with me and showed it to them. They angrily yelled that they had the 'right to shoot me on site for being out after dark'. I apologized so they wouldn't shoot me and they promptly scolded me to 'get back in my house and never do it again'. Once inside I wondered if I would have been dead if I didn't have that badge or if my skin were a different color? Even in the daytime the national guard had been pretty strict about allowing people into neighborhoods south of the CSX railroad in Harrison County due to fears of looting in predominantly upper class neighborhoods. Of course my destroyed home was in one of the historically nicest neighborhoods in Gulfport. But with proof of address/identification I had repeatedly been allowed access to our home on 1124 Second St. to slowly dig some of our belongings out of the rubble. On 090805 The Dick Cheney came to town and suddenly Rolling Stone magazine proclaimes my words to The Dick Cheney as the "Best Televised Soundbite of The Year"...Prior to that time I had created this site as a mechanism for friends/family to see images of the devastation. And then the site took a life of its own....

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