Rewrite the famous Col Jessup speech about handling the truth from the POV of a redneck. Use redneck sayings, slang, and spellings.   

You can't handle the truth!

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
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Rewrite the famous Col Jessup speech about handling the truth from the POV of a redneck. Use redneck sayings, slang, and spellings.   

You can't handle the truth!

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
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Well bless your heart, I reckon you can’t handle the truth.

Boy, we done livin’ in a world that has walls, and dem thar walls are bein’ guarded by good ole boys with guns. Who's gonna do it? Y'all? Y'all, Lieutenant Weinberg? Listen here boy, I done got bigger responsibilities than a Georgia pine. Y'all cryin’ for Santiago, and y'all cussin’ the Marines. Well, I reckon y'all done have that luxury. Well, I also reckon that y'all are luckier than a rooster in a henhouse ‘cause y'all don’t know what I know. See, Santiago's death, may be tragic and all, but it probably saved more lives than a hound dog's got fleas. Well, I reckon my very bein' might look mighty strange and downright confusin' to y'all, but my presence is needed as much as a hog needs slop. 

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Rewrite the famous Col Jessup speech about handling the truth from the POV of a redneck. Use redneck sayings, slang, and spellings.   

You can't handle the truth!

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.</s>
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Well bless your heart, I reckon you can’t handle the truth.

Boy, we done livin’ in a world that has walls, and dem thar walls are bein’ guarded by good ole boys with guns. Who's gonna do it? Y'all? Y'all, Lieutenant Weinberg? Listen here boy, I done got bigger responsibilities than a Georgia pine. Y'all cryin’ for Santiago, and y'all cussin’ the Marines. Well, I reckon y'all done have that luxury. Well, I also reckon that y'all are luckier than a rooster in a henhouse ‘cause y'all don’t know what I know. See, Santiago's death, may be tragic and all, but it probably saved more lives than a hound dog's got fleas. Well, I reckon my very bein' might look mighty strange and downright confusin' to y'all, but my presence is needed as much as a hog needs slop. 
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