What Am I? (with intended pun)

Twisted and tangled and looped and tied
In a suitcase took an airplane ride.

All the way to Sacramento and back again
Onward to Great Britain caught a tail wind.

Once plugged in, got a sizzling blast;
Circuits were zapped, they didn't last.

Making connections, 3 prongs poled
Lying here to there, receptacle holed.

220 is my normal friend
Devil 110 got me in the end.

Here I lay discarded and grim
Not going home with any of them.

In The Bin, counting fiery ZZZ's,
It was the death of me once over DCs.

(pun intended)

What am I?


Answer, read backwards:  noisnetxe droc