The narcissist blob thinks he knows more and is morally superior to his unfortunate family on the usual narcissist grounds that they fail to appreciate what a precious little snowflake he is. He projects his narcissistic injury on to third world troglodytes, casting them as noble savages untainted by the original sin of civilization, and therefore imbued with the moral imperative and the right to 'rise up' and force his family to bring him blueberry waffles and syrup in bed.