Psychopathic father, as seen and interpreted through a teen's eye

Here is a letter [it opens in another window as a PDF file] that was written by my friend’s 16-year old son, who refused any and all familial connection with the psychopath whose DNA he shares. 

The letter is addressed to “The Jerk who goes by the name of Ya-Chang Robert Lin or Robert Ya-Chang Lin."

Thanks, S., for the file. 

The content of the letter is copied and pasted below for the reader’s convenience. 

To: The Jerk who goes by the name of Ya-Chang Robert Lin or Robert Ya-Chang Lin

I know my mother will disapprove some of the thoughts and emotions expressed in this letter; however, I think it is time that she is made aware of how deeply my hatred and disgust toward you and your kind goes. Due to my indifference and reluctance to talk about you and yours—I see no reason why I should expend time, energy, and other precious resources thinking and talking about people who are complete strangers to me—I have mistakenly gave her the impression that I care about you and want to renew my relationship with you and your kind. Nothing can be further from the truth.What I want is a complete severance of all ties to you and yours. Thus, I am carbon copying this letter to my mother so she may finally understand and accept—once and for all—just exactly how much you and yours mean to me: Nothing.

Given the abusive history from you to me and what I had learned about you, your family, and its perversions—via your talks with me versus the lies you shamelessly told in court, I would rather be placed in a foster home than be forced to stay with you and/or your relatives for any length of time. You may have gotten away with physically laying your hands on me in the past—in my mother’s absence that provided the necessary intervention to protect me against your so-called Asian discipline of child—but try coming near me, hitting, kicking, shoving, pushing, and throwing things against me and I promise you I will not back down nor walk away per my mother’s advice, and instead will strike out against you until you feel and understand what it is to be beaten by someone of stronger physicality than you. And unlike you, I almost always follow through on the promises I make—the way my mother and her family taught me to.

For me to sit in court and hear your lies—part of me wished I had your playacting and deceiving skills; my mother would have won the suit against you had she learned how to pretend and lie as well as you and those cheating lawyers you hire. Yet, a big part of me (and I am convinced this side of me comes from my mother and her side of the family) felt an overwhelming disgust at such connivance. You are a coward backed by bullies and brutes that call themselves lawyers, and I cannot stand to be in the same space with you or to even look at you—being in your vicinity sickens me, physically and emotionally. The world would be a cleaner place without you and the animals who raised you.

I do not know if the majority of Taiwanese and Chinese are like you but given your constant verbal claim of being among the top 10 per cent of your people in terms of your family background, moral character, and accomplishments, I have to wonder about the animal race you came from. It frightens me to be surrounded by people like you—the range of deluded self-aggrandizement and lies that you engage in to trick and manipulate other honest and decent people into believing in order to advance your selfish goals and ambitions. All without any remorse for the pains you and your kind cause.

I used to be able to reference an animal when thinking and talking about you and your people; a chameleon came to my mind, but that is grossly unfair to it: chameleons are strangely beautiful in their own way; you and your kind are unspeakably ugly in every ways. The truth is, I think even an animal is better than you and your kind; at least, an animal is true to itself. You and your kind are like this shapeless and shiftless thing that borrows characters from everything and anything, so long as whatever you borrow and don allows you to pull blinders over people’s eyes and use them to your advantage. You and those like you—not surprisingly, the majority of those inside the Taiwanese and Chinese community that I was unlucky enough to have encountered and witnessed—are a cancer spreading the disease of immoral corruptions. You all need to go back to where you come from to breed, traffic and live in disease among yourselves.

Fact is, I do not care about you—never had and never will. If it was not for my mother, I would have never given you a chance: to try spending time with you, to try talking with you, to try learning your interests while showing you mine. I knew all my effort would be for nil and tried telling my mother that; unfortunately for me, with her being the gently tenacious and decent person she is, she insisted and so I tried.

I said tried because we both know our shallow interactions were purely about you and your desperate need to present to the outside world what a good father and moral guide you claim to be. The truth is, you do not know me—and not because my mother has kept me away from you and “brainwashed” me as you wantonly shout out to anyone who are foolish enough (or whose buttocks you have kissed enough) to give you a hearing—but because you are a selfish, moronic bastard who cares not enough to look beyond yourself and your interests, yet blames everyone else for your own flaws, failings, and shortcomings.

You have never known anything about me; and if I have anything to say about the matter, you will never know anything about and of me. Yet, I know enough about you, your family, and your kind to realize I do not want to become anything resembling you and them, or to ever have anything to do with any of you as long as I live. You are deeply deluded if you harbor any thought of me liking you and your kind; I can hardly acknowledge—nor do I want to without psychological revulsion—those animals that created, birthed and raised you as the creature you have been and are. I have no words—at least not the words used in polite company—for you, your parents, and your people.

Do not try and blame my mother for “brainwashing” me against Taiwanese, Chinese or Asian people. My mother and her family—my family—are all Asian and I like her—and my—kind just fine. It is not about the Asian in general that I loathe but your kind—the uneducated (despite the years you may have mindlessly spent in schools “learning”), lying, cheating, stealing, backstabbing, sociopathic kind—that I tend to look down upon and to want to disassociate myself from. Not only are you a bad seed but a bad influence who never gets tire of lying and betraying. Being in your presence or anywhere near your kind makes me feel I am being violated. I cannot shake off that feelings for days on ends.

On too many occasions—all of which have been staged in front of witnesses for their convenience and your playacting—you told me you love me and is doing your best for my happiness. You claimed—in the presence of my counselors—that everything that has happened is my mother’s fault and it is neither your intention nor action to hurt me. I suppose you lying—on the stand and under oath—about me sleeping with my mother in the master bed behind locked door is you protecting me. Even I know that if you are going to lie, you must never leave evidence to the contrary but since everything that comes out of your mouth is almost guaranteed to be a lie or an embellishment of some kind, you are unlikely to think of the facts, evidences, and witnesses that might disprove the lies you feed yourself and the people you hang around with and who love eating the craps—disguised as gourmet—you feed them.

I am not one of those people who fail to distinguish between your crap and real gourmet food; just the stink of you and yours makes me ill. I am amazed and must always ask myself whether you have any sense of decency and self-awareness and honesty in relating to others, other than to manipulate them. Or did the animals that birthed and raised you—coupled with the social environment in which you grew up in—perverted you so badly that you never had a chance to develop that sense of right-and-wrong concerning your behavior and interactions with others.

Seriously, do you even know what being a father mean? Should I list all those exceptional lessons I have learned from your shining examples of a father to me? Let us count the ways:

• Have you been a friend to me? Do you even know what being a friend mean? Like I stated in court, you are like a toxic friend who is fun to hang out with but in the long term poisons the emotional, moral, financial and physical lives of the people he touches. I write from my experience with you. In just one day alone with you, and under your coaching and modeling, I learned how to steal by embedding smaller yet more expensive unpaid merchandises into bigger boxed items and to sneak them out of retail stores. If this is the legacy your father and mother handed down to you, and that you are looking to hand down to me, no thanks. Go and showcase your talent among the Taiwanese and Chinese community; am sure they will laud you and your cleverness while figuring out how they might learn from you for their own benefit.

• Have you been an anchor I can rely on in time of emotional turbulence or have you been the cause of those turmoil in my life? How many times have you blamed me for any and all fights between you and my mother, telling her that I intentionally set her up against you or you against her so I can benefit from both sides? Thank goodness my mother is not one for listening to “idle talk and complaint” and taking action based on it without conversing and verifying with the relevant parties. Thank goodness, too, that she never loses her faith in my character—she knows she raised a good person and never doubted that I almost always do the right thing.

• Have you been a teacher I can learn from? And I don’t mean the skillsets you so proudly exhibit:

• disrespecting my mother behind her back when you think my silence is your permit to continue your lies about and insults against her; 

• disrespecting my counselors by calling them “morons” who have no rights to counsel others when their own lives are such messes, and just because they are overweight—thank you for a lesson on how not to think logically; my mother and I had so much fun discussing how being overweight may or may not lead to messy or dysfunctional lives, and if that variable may or may not affect the counselors’ professional competency; 

• disrespecting my teachers and suspecting their lack of competence to teach because they do not possess your so-called post-graduate degrees—was it the Ph.D. in Mathematics or Economics or Computer Science—I admit to being confused about which degrees you actually have—they seem to change depending on the audience you are speaking to. Do you even have a Ph.D. or did you complete your coursework but never submitted your dissertation because you cannot formulate and write it? And if you never completed your dissertation to get your degree, am I to be blamed for that, too, for the fact that you could not hack both studying and working to support the family you so wanted? Whatever happen to the retelling of you rocking me to sleep on your left arm while studying your final exam review materials on your right arm—the story you broadcasted to almost everyone you meet in trying to appear a dedicated family man and scholar? And if I am relieved from being blamed for you not completing your studies and getting your degree, does that mean my mother is at fault for refusing to cheat by writing your dissertation for you? Have you never wondered if you not finishing your dissertation and getting your degree is solely your fault and no one else’s? Or perhaps your error lies in you being the cheapskate that you are and unwilling to pay a ghostwriter to write your dissertation for you? Fortunately for you, there is a solution to that: pay any Taiwanese or Chinese person enough and s/he will cheat and lie on your behalf. Oh, but that would leave you vulnerable to their blackmail, and you cannot have that on your pristine record, right? So much for trusting your own kind. Of course, you can always try buying your pedigree online. Amazing what I can find about you and your interests by tracing your browsing history on the laptop we shared, huh? 

• helping me to understand the horrible events that happened to the Chinese people seeking shelter and protection during the Nanking Massacre as partly depicted in “The Flowers of War,” by pointedly telling me that, and I quote, “one of these day, all the Chinese will go to Japan and rape all the Japanese there.” I told my mother what you said; she burst out laughing before she explained the Nanking Massacre (and gave me a book on that subject to read for myself) and detailed how the movie deviated from the history with its maudlin, sensationalized, and propagandized reinterpretation. We also talked about your inappropriate, immature, and uneducated reaction to the movie. Afterward, I understand why my mother discouraged me from watching that movie, in particular, and other similar types of movies with you.

Until you began harassing me with your text messages, embarrassing me by showing up at my school and conducting your ass-kissing and crocodile-tearing shows for my counselors, and causing me physical symptoms of stress and illness by pulling me out of class to meet with you, I was indifferent to you; whether and how you and yours live and/or die, I did not care. But now, I want nothing more than for you and anyone relating to you to disappear from my life. If that means you and yours die, I am all for it—the sooner, the better. It will have been a New Year’s gift I have been nightly praying for.

Stay tune, and until next post, 

We dream / We believe / And we will succeed

About this blog 

Excepting this introduction and the posts that are published after March 2015, this blog mirrored a now out-of-commission blog, http://ya-chang-lin.blogspot.com, which was taken down on October 21, 2013 by its author Phandeluys Truong. 

The author's original contents and supporting documents were captured by multiple means from the above-mentioned blog while it was alive and active. There may have been a glitch here and there that prevented me from downloading the complete blog as it had existed. Thus, readers familiar with the original blog may find a few missing posts and/or comments. Those postings that I was able to grab and preserve in their entirety are reposted here under my name, however, all rights remain that of the original author. 

This series of posts documents the fraudulent, sometimes criminal, and frequent unethical/immoral activities of Ya-Chang Robert Lin, a Taiwanese native of mainland Chinese parentage, who defrauded a naturalized US citizen, Phandeluys Truong, into a marriage that had been his shield against USCIS for his intentional violations of immigration law: 

as a nonimmigrant F-1 student, he had willfully operated an international students recruiting business without prior work authorization from the then United States Immigration and Naturalization Service; 

as President of said business, he had knowingly helped both mainland Chinese and Taiwanese students to evade military drafts in their countries by facilitating their applications to study in the US and abroad; 

as President of said business, he had knowingly helped both mainland Chinese and Taiwanese students looking to enter the United States with the intention of gaining permanent US resident status under the pretense of studying; 

as President of said business, he had purposely evaded paying taxes on the commissions received from it and failed to report the earned income to the IRS by having the payments wired back to Taiwan to his mother Chang Hsueh; 

he had applied for reinstatement of his F-1 or student status and a change of status, while knowingly withheld the preceding facts on his own application for permanent resident and citizenship in the United States. 

And those are just the tip of the iceberg. 

Ya-Chang Robert Lin had been employed at AAFES or The Exchange headquarter in Dallas, Texas as an information technology auditor, where he managed to steal—by downloading to CDs that he kept in his personal possession while abiding for time and opportunities to "do business" in Taiwan and/or China—thousands of his colleagues’ Social Security numbers and personnel files while working on one of its HR projects. The HR data on one of these projects became the basis for an academic paper,  speaking proposal for ISACA, and a consulting business he was "collaborating with " [more like conning other people into developing for him].

Ya-Chang Robert Lin is a reprobate with a seared conscience. Lacking normal capacity for empathy, remorse, and reciprocation of good will, he is addicted to lying, cheating, and stealing for the pure pleasures derived from being able to get away with it. Because he is such a good liar—so charming and well versed in manipulation techniques and acting skills—it is hard to distinguish him from reprobates. 

Ya-Chang Robert Lin was able to dupe some of the smart people in federal government, higher education, and information technology auditing and security. Among his legacy: A son who refused any connection with him and wished that he were dead.