"one less F35"
One of Voland's appendages remarked—
It comes down on it from above and there is one less F35
There's also the traditional method for bringing down eyewateringly expensive, complicated flying computers, tried and tested since Vietnam, taught in all the best Russian and Chinese fighter academies:
1. Send up large numbers of cheap, plentiful, manoeuverable 3rd and 4th gen ships, the kind with quite decent range and loiter time.
2. Wait until the very few (also eyewateringly expensive) missiles that F-35 can carry while stealthed have been used up (some may even hit your cheap old planes, but the entire history of AAM warfare suggests most will not).
3. Using various highly effective methods for detecting the approximate whereabouts of "stealth" aircraft (LF radar, multispectrum IR, directional acoustics etc) ...
4. Accelerate towards them (they have poor acceleration and top speed).
5. Deploy Mk#1 Eyeball for close-range interception and engagement (stealth is useless against Eyeball).
6. Get behind them (where they have no visibility).
7. Get very close indeed (they can't turn very well).
8. Tweak the fire control radar, just for a giggle so you can watch the poor doomed thing fling chaff and flares in every direction like a drunken wedding guest.
9. If the pilot is trying to shake you off, he's probably also filling the cokcpit with puke, because the (you guessed it, eyewateringly expensive) integrated-surround-VR helmet doesn't work very well and causes horrid motion sickness.
10. Once the thing fills the cockpit window and you've stopped laughing, fire a one second burst of 30mm.
11. Yes, once upon a time with robust planes like F-15 you'd have needed a three- or four-second burst, but F-35 can't dodge, and has just one single very vulnerable engine, so now you need only a solitary splinter of thirty-mil to take out a blade and it's Farewell, Lockheed.*¹
12. Go home and land. While your old, simple plane is being turned around in maybe three hours, write the after action report: it's easy for your squadron, cos you can usually copy the boilerplate straight from the "Why Wargames Bear No Resemblance To Combat" textbook. (It's on the shelf next to a translation of the "Lockheed Guide To Congressional Pork".)
13. You may have time to read an email from your chum in the infantry, expressing his relief and delight that no "Devil's Cross" A-10 Thunderbolts have appeared in the sky providing close air support for the enemy, instead sending some F-35s as light relief. He promises to send you a large parcel of F-35 souvenirs, obtained using a Soviet antique called a ZSU-23-4.
*¹ Short of ammo? Not enough for a one-second burst? Don't worry! Put even a single round through its wing (or, in fact, any part of its skin) and it'll be out of action for even longer than its normally ridiculously long turnaround time, as a crew of Beautician Grade-III Specialists with delicate badger-hair brushes, microscopes and Humbrol Anti-Radar Enamel will have to spend two full days trying to get it back to stealth mode. (Other technical specialists will be deploying the Mk#7-BlockIV Broom (loaded with warshots, no messing) on the taxi- and runways, as a tiny pebble chipping off the fuselage will also de-stealth the plane, sending it back to the aforementioned Beauticians for another lengthy spa session).