As I predicted, the local school shooter thing from yesterday turned out to be a hoax. I couldn’t resist tormenting my coworkers about it. As soon as the facts (if such things are remotely possible in today’s media) began to spill out, my coworkers were all in a rage about how the hoaxer, a high school kid, should be tarred and feathered, etc. etc. etc.  During a lull in their clucking, I spoke up. “I don’t believe it was a hoax. In fact, I know it wasn’t a hoax.” They all looked at me. “Why would you say that?” asked one, who had been particularly hysterical yesterday while the news…