A question of identity

You remember how when you were a kid, your mother used to sew your name into your pants and your trousers and your t-shirts on little pre printed cloth strips?

Some very minor debate went on after a recent post I made, between Jaq, Maine and Myself concerning whether I was in fact someone else, specifically, whether I was in fact, Maine. He had said I was "easily one of the world's five funniest men", and the others appeared to disagree. I disagree too. It is in no way easy to be one of the world's five funniest men. It is in fact, very hard. Maine should have therefore said that I was "hardly one of the world's five funniest men". Oh... wait...

Anyway, I was reasonably happy that Maine and Me are not the same person. We are different people. I thought I knew this. Then I looked down at my scarf and saw the following thing:



Now I am confused. Who am I?