Back in my Navy days I had a shipmate, Thiggy, who was a backwoods North Carolina Mormon. He didn't smoke, he didn't drink coffee, he didn't go out with women and, most of all, he didn't cuss. One day he came back from working on the SPS-40, our ancient, air search radar. He said, "The 40's f***ed!" After we all picked our jaws up off the deck he explained that that was the only way to put it, it was f***ed.