It didn’t matter how many episodes of Metalocalypse I binge-watched, I was still in Iraq, and I was still part of an apparatus that was dehumanizing people at every moment. I couldn’t compartmentalize anymore. Day in, day out, for twelve or fourteen or even eighteen hours a day, we watched real-time surveillance feed of the destruction all around us. We read about endless death in our reports, and then looked at U.S news outlets, where it wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I was living in a horror movie mash-up of Office Space and Groundhog Day.
