He also thinks someone is following his participation in FaceBook posts and discussions.
The worst part is the Colonel has strong suspicions that this surveillance is being conducted at the behest of, if not in-person by, someone very close to him.
Yep. The comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda is spying on the Colonel.
The evidence is just too clear and voluminous for the Colonel to come to any other conclusion. He wants to believe that his bride of four decades would not trample on his rights so egregiously, but there's just no other way to interpret the evidence. At least no other way the Colonel can cobble together enough brain cells to conclude.
He's said it before, and it bears repeating, the Colonel ain't smart and you can't make him. But, it don't take a whole heap of smarts, nor a very sharp crayon, to connect the dots in this case.
For example, every time the Colonel posts something on FaceBook about the commencement of a labor-intensive infrastructure project aboard the Colonel's vast holdings here at the shallow northern end of deep southern nowhere, the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda suddenly makes herself scarcer than a government worker at an ethics rally. How does she know that the Colonel's keen supervisory skills are about to be brought to bear?
The comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda is spying on the Colonel.
Further, the Colonel thinks the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda is employing some sort of advanced smart-phone application that alerts her whenever the Colonel accesses the camera application on his phone. The Colonel would like to document the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda in action, but the second he even momentarily diverts his supervisory attention to thumb open the camera application on his phone, she drops her tools and vanishes faster than a conventioner's morals in Vegas.
Look, the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda is no less intuitive than the average member of her fair gender, but intuition alone is not enough to provide complete situational awareness of the Colonel's very intentions before he even knows them. The Colonel is predictable, for sure, but this kind of prescience begs credulity.
It's just too obvious.
The comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda is spying on the Colonel, and the NSA only wishes they were as effective.
The Colonel is even starting to believe that the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda has developed her own version of predictive software that allows her to see the future with regard to the Colonel's actions. The Colonel submits the following regular interrogation conducted by the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda whenever the Colonel leaves the Big House.
"Where do you think you're going, knucklehead?"
"Oh, just out to ride Semper Field for a while."
"Semper what? You mean the smelly old tractor you get stuck in a mud hole every other time you take it out?"
"Uh, yes, dear. And, the Colonel hasn't gotten it stuck since last week."
"You haven't ridden it since last week, knucklehead. What field are you going to?"
"North field."
"Be careful."
Did you catch that last remark, dear reader? That whole 'be careful' thing smacks of a combination lack of confidence in her man and pre cognizance of his actions.
Seriously, how does she know that the Colonel is going to throw any semblance of caution to the winds and drive his rusty red tractor with less situational awareness and more immature idiocy than a college coed in a daddy-bought SUV.
The comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda is spying on the Colonel.
She probably sees him walking back from the field and knows what he's gonna say.
"Hey, Babe. Watcha doin'?"
"Cleaning up after you, as usual, knucklehead. Where's your tractor? Did you get it stuck again?"
How does she know? The Colonel rests his case.
The comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda is spying on the Colonel.
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