Malarkey Shirts

Mrs. Brother Jack is super crafty.  I am an artist by trade but her artistic abilities are far superior to mine.  I have a love of words and I am able to hum a tune, but mostly I am blowing hot air.  
Mrs. Brother Jack was working on a project last weekend.  She was making Saint Patrick’s Day shirts for the whole family.  She recently got a vinyl cutter and has been going nuts making shirts for everybody. It is a pretty cool hobby.  She made me a shirt with my new logo and it also said, “Mr. Malarkey.” It looked so cool.  I realized that I didn’t know the meaning of the word malarkey.  It feels like a common word but I wasn’t sure how to properly use it in a sentence.  I bet you don’t know what it means, either. 
malarkey: meaningless talk or nonsense
Yup, that’s me.  I am Mr. Malarkey.  
For our breakfast show, we are running with the Mr. Malarkey theme for the entire month of March.  We are telling stories and singing Irish songs. I like this new character.   Mrs. Brother Jack is going to make some shirts that we will give away to the first ten people to throw at least $20 in our digital tip jar.  This will really help the show and Mr. Malarkey is a fun change.  
When you are training to be a world-famous folk music legend, they tell you the most important thing is to be authentic.  I guess that I hide behind the mask of Brother Jack.  Now, I am hiding behind Brother Jack who is hiding behind Mr. Malarkey.  This could get confusing for even the most highly trained Freuaidan analyst.  I assure you that Brother Jack and Mr. Malarkey are both authentic versions of myself.  This is who I am.  I have never felt more authentic as a performer than I did the first time I stumbled into the Brother Jack.  Mr. Malarkey feels like a minor variation of that same theme.  He is a little bit sloppier, a little more full of crap, but mostly that’s just another part of me.