I am a reasonably educated person. I am capable of not only writing text, but also reading it. This skill, initially acquired in my extreme youth and further honed since that time, encompasses the recognition and decipherment of short, pithy bursts of one to three words, short independent clauses, complete sentences, and even lengthy paragraphs constructed from varying quantities of the preceding verbal ingredients.
As an educated and further an employed person, I am frequently called on to attend “meetings.” These are gatherings of similarly educated and identically employed people for the purpose of sharing information and coordinating activities of various sorts. At said meetings, visual references are provided to facilitate said coordination by keeping the proceedings organized and the participants unified in purpose.
These visual references take many forms, but the most common species in the modern cubicle zoo is the PowerPoint presentation. This is composed of a series of “slides,” or virtual pages of text and other information, written and presented sequentially in order to drive part or all of the meeting. Whether these slides are projected on some sort of screen for all to see or printed, photocopied, and distributed to each participant is immaterial; the function is in both cases the same.
Now. Please stay with me here, for I approach the crux.
As an educated person, I am capable of looking at a PowerPoint slide, discerning the presence of text thereon, and quickly comprehending the meaning of said text. I said “quickly,” and I will repeat and emphasize the adverb, because it is at the very heart of my theme. To wit: The intent of the PowerPoint slide is to outline the subjects of discussion; it provides a jumping-off point, as it were, a means by which the human beings in the room can rapidly glean the thrust of the matter at hand via ocular apperception, and therefrom spin additional conversation and decision-making.
**IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO READ THE MOTHER FUCKING POWER POINT SLIDE TO US WORD FOR MOTHER FUCKING WORD.
IT IS ESPECIALLY NOT FUCKING NECESSARY TO DISPLAY EACH FUCKING SLIDE, READ IT TO US WORD FOR MOTHER FUCKING WORD, AND THEN TURN TO AND READ THE NEXT FUCKING SLIDE WITH NO ADDITIONAL FUCKING DISCUSSION, SLIDE AFTER MOTHER FUCKING SLIDE.**
The crime is egregious enough by itself. It becomes an affront to basic humanity when it is continued for an entire scrotum-clenching HOUR.
If it were my ambition in life to spend my days being read to by adults, I believe I have means at my disposal to pursue this aim. As an example, I offer for your consideration the possibility of attacking my cerebellum with a nail gun, though I am certain a few moments of idle cogitation will commend additional options to your attention. The fact that I have not taken this path should be a strong indicator to you regarding my total lack of interest in having the very text that rests before my eyes orally interpreted for me.
I trust we will have no more confusion on this topic. Thank you for your time.
And no, I’m not reading this to you.