One glance at his face and his phyzz comprehensively backs up what you just described went on inside his dumb brain.
I couldn't sit through two seconds of an organism that looks as he does, speaking anything to me at all. Also, people who selfie-rant in their car should wake up tomorrow to find their car shredded into confetti. And their phone, too. They deserve to walk. In silence.
I think about the way the programming affects people, a lot. It's really hard to tell where your own hard-won thoughts end and the globohomo firmware patches begin. And I mean it's hard for me. For that guy, it's a total impossibility.
I don't know how, precisely, a bunch of us ended up in this base caste, when we're clearly some kind of hereditary nobility, possessed of superlative characteristics universally absent from the general population.