What do you suppose would happen if something written by a Redneck went through the Dialectizer to be translated into Redneck? You don't really have to read this. No, really, you don't. Go easy on yourself.

Sometimes the dawgoned-est innercent thin' cuzs a trimenjus wreck. Shet mah mouth! T'other day a guy flipped a cigarette
booty out the window of his car an' it lan'ed in th' lap of a drivah gwine t'other way. While he was takin' care of thet situashun,
he wan'ered into mah lane causin' me t'lock up th' brakes t'avoid hittin' him haid on, as enny fool kin plainly see. Somehow, he
managed t'git back into his lane, but unfo'tunately th' drivah behind me drove off th' road t'miss me an' hit a boat thet was sittin'
on a trailer next t'th' lake. Th' boat bust into flames an' burnin' gasoline scooted down into the water an' set sevahal other boats
on fire. Meanwhile a trucker got so interested in th' fire, he lost corntrol of his rig an' turned on over in th' shaller water next t'th'
burnin' boats. Th' flames set th' truck on fire an' as he scooted fo' covah, his load of popco'n sploded, cuss it all t' tarnation.
Pop co'n rained down like snow an' a mule in a pasture acrost th' road sar it an' froze t'death. W'd ah lie t'yo'?

I don't see any difference. It reads the same to me.
Howard