Fubar Quotes

He became fubar in the classic way, which is to say that he was the victim of a temporary arrangement that became permanent.

On Stupidity - There is no such thing as a foolproof plan. If there are fools about, no plan is proof against them.

During that war we had a word for extreme man-made disorder which was fubar, an acronym for 'fucked up beyond all recognition.' Well - the whole planet is now fubar with postwar miracles, but, back in the early 1960s, I was one of the first persons to be totally wrecked by one - an acrylic wall-paint whose colors, according to advertisements of the day, would '... outlive the smile on the "Mona Lisa".' The name of the paint was Sateen Dura-Luxe. Mona Lisa is still smiling.

Once there were many more in like vein—e.g., tuifu (“the ultimate in fuckups), tarfu (“things are really fucked up”), fubar (“fucked up beyond all recognition”), and fubid (“fuck you, buddy, I’m detached”).

Explosions happened. People died. And I slept.

It would be the hardcore. The ones who tell Lady Luck to go screw herself. The ones with hearts of stone. The ones who could let a hundred die so one might live. The ones who see the wisdom in torching a village in order to save it. The world was FUBAR now.

But one thing is certain. For me, a gay soldier is a soldier just like me. Who we love has nothing to do with the price of war, unless it’s a flag, or culture, or civilization.

The world was FUBAR now.

The world was FUBAR now. And if you’re not okay with that, you’re just a corpse waiting to happen.

Give me a moment, baby. I just need to roll those words over in my head a couple of times. ‘It’s really hard to climb a stripper pole when you’re wearing an ankle monitor.’ It’s like slutty poetry. I never dared dream that a child of mine would ever utter such a beautiful sentence.

Acronyms also weren’t terribly common until World War II, where they were deployed with aplomb. Unsurprisingly, most of the general words we have in English today that have true acronymic etymologies had their origins in the military: the aforementioned “radar,” “GI” (originally “galvanized iron,” if you can believe it, but misconstrued by soldiers and others as “government issue”), “snafu” and “fubar” (“ situation normal: all fucked up” and “fucked up beyond all recognition,” brought to you by government bureaucracy). It’s true that a few of them snuck into English before the early twentieth century, but very few: “RSVP” (répondez s’il vous plaît) and “AWOL” (absent without leave) are the only two that could be considered general vocabulary, and some people will complain that one of those is not a proper acronym but an initialism and so doesn’t count.* 4

fubar.

FUBAR, meaning “fucked up beyond all recognition.

FUBAR.

FUBAR.” During our exchange, his leg jerked

F.U.B.A.R is a military acronym

Does Brandon know about this?!” “Yes Carter, Brandon knows everything, I promise. I uh, I cheated on Brandon with Chase not long after you left for Afghanistan, but trust me when I say it is way too long and FUBAR’d to even try to explain tonight.” “Blaze, you can’t just say something like that and not tell me what happened.” My vision got blurry and I blinked back the tears, “Not tonight, kay Carter?” “Yeah, alright.” He shook his head in disbelief, “But he just acts like Liam’s his son?” “Chase was the father, but Brandon is Liam’s dad. He loves him like he’s his own.” I walked over and sat in the seat next to him, “I don’t expect you to understand what that means, it’s hard to explain it to anyone who wasn’t there for everything that happened.” Carter

FUBARed - that means fucked up beyond all recognition … you really should get out more or spend a little time on a military base -

Interesting,” Stu said, looking up at him. “Beautiful girl, adores you, and you shut her down. You have a brain tumor?” “Maybe,” Rick said, looking away. “That’s one thing I haven’t had yet.” “I know the leg hurts, but your lips don’t.” “Why don’t you mind your own business?” “This is a little town here, this ward. It’s impossible to mind your own business. And you’re FUBAR, man.” “Well, we knew that,” Rick said, smiling meanly. “No reason for me to fuck her up, too.” “From what I heard, just minding my own business in this little town of ours, you already fucked her up, and now you’re cutting her loose. We need to get you a new MRI on your head—you definitely have a brain tumor.” “Leave it alone.” “Maybe you don’t get this yet, but people care about you. They come running all the way from the States when you’re hurt. And you’re going to walk back into that homeplace of yours, looking just like you looked before you left until you take your pants off. Everything’s going to work just fine. But you’re too lame to see that right now. You working on pissing everyone off till they hate you? You could just be happy you have this much going for you. How about that?” Rick glared at him. “No, Stu. I can’t just be happy.

You know the saying blood is thicker than water?  Our girlfriends always say ‘chicks are thicker than dicks.’ You just don’t cross those boundaries….EVER. 

The media net was designed from the ground up to provide privacy and security, so that people could use it to transfer money. That's one reason the nation-states collapsed—as soon as the media grid was up and running, financial transactions could no longer be monitored by governments, and the tax collection systems got fubared.

Last, all best-laid battle plans tend to work perfectly until they meet the enemy and go completely FUBAR." Jackson Mason.

FUBAR. That’s military speak for fucked up beyond all recognition.

A single crude acronym that captured the soldier’s lowered expectations—SNAFU, for “situation normal, all fucked up”—had expanded into a vocabulary of GI cynicism: SUSFU (situation unchanged, still fucked up); SAFU (self-adjusting fuck-up); TARFU (things are really fucked up); FUMTU (fucked up more than usual); JANFU (joint Army-Navy fuck-up); JAAFU (joint Anglo-American fuck-up); FUAFUP (fucked up and fucked up proper); and FUBAR (fucked up beyond all recognition).

As he’d retrieved his clothes from the living room floor he’d thought about leaving a note, but he had absolutely no idea what it should say. Thank you for the filthy, fucked up threeway? Thank you for ending my sex drought with some kind of dick monsoon?