Spoofing one’s own account creates plausible deniability for all the horrible things needing to be said to all the buttfaces on Facebook.

“Why would you say such horrible things to me, Steve?”

“Wasn’t me. My account must have been spoofed.”

“But how did the spoofer know the name of my hamster and how I lost my virginity?”

“He … or she … sounds very thorough. Boy oh boy, I’d hate to be on the receiving end of a spoofer so thorough.”

“I think the spoofer is you.”

“And I think you’re an inconsequential wet noodle of a fool. Or didn’t the spoofer make this clear enough?”