Oh, c'mon

A confused (I think) young Iowan (no, this isn't about the caucuses) writes James Randi about his conflicted desire to go to NYC to be on Montel's show to meet Sylvia Browne. I think he wants Randi to give him some solid reason not to go, but it's not totally clear. He ends like this:

I don't know what I am going to do but maybe you could give me some advice? If you even get this.

And Randi says:

Brett, you sent this message to me on e-mail at my address. Why would you think I wouldn’t “get” it?

C'mon, Randi. He obviously thinks someone screens your email, and that his rambling message won't be passed on to you.