So the time has come, the walrus said, to talk of greater things. OK, so it’s love month, which means one thing as far as the movie industry is concerned. Does it mean that romantic comedies will get a boost at your local brick-and-mortar video store? Most likely, but it means something more than that. Chocolate sales will go through the roof, along with the price of a dozen frickin’ roses.

But more than any of those things, the pornography industry will see the best numbers of the year this month. And I’m not just talking about that number between 68 and 70. I’m talking dollars, dough, bucks, dinero, cash, the green, greenbacks, money, money, money. That includes the videos of the rhinoceroses making love, or what has become lovingly known as hornography.

It’s also the first Black History Month wherein we actually have a black president. I doubt he’ll mandate everyone take off every Friday in the month, but we can dream, yes? That’s what the 13th Amendment was really all about, wasn’t it?

Can I just say that I appreciate the new president as much as the next man, and it’s cool that his face is all over every magazine on the American newsstand, including Entertainment Weekly and Quilting Enthusiast Quarterly? I mean, I appreciate QEQ more than you can know, but seriously: He’s the president.

I voted for him. I’m happy he’s the president, but he’s the president. A political figure. He’s not a rock star. He’s not a movie star. And I will eat my hat if he can make a Baltimore Album quilt using the free-motion technique in less than eight hours.

It is, as they say, inescapable. Barack Obama is a part of our cultural landscape now. He may be a single man … (well, he’s married, but that’s not how I meant it. I should have said “solitary.” Yeah, pretend I said “solitary.” Actually, let’s go with “solitary figure.” Yeah, that sounds almost majestic, doesn’t it? “A solitary figure on America’s cultural landscape that casts a long shadow over our national spirit.” Cripes, I’m still in the parentheses, aren’t I? Dang it!) He is a solitary figure casting a long shadow on America’s national landscape. (I liked that better.) For proof of this, one need only look at the aforementioned newsstand.

The television is not removed from his influence, of course. This new inspirational aspect of the common politician is something fresh that the networks are taking advantage of.

Product endorsements will be abundant. “Can we use Mr. Clean to combat the germs and funk that plague this kitchen? Yes, We Can!” “What will this mother of three do when it’s time to decide on a family vacation?  Spare yourself the drama and save yourself from some trauma by going on Katama’s Obama Bahama trip, Mama!”

There will also be a TV show or two. With the First Granny moving into the White House, she can have her own adventures with the First Daughters as they discover secrets of the past and present of the White House. Maybe Lincoln's ghost could be a recurring character. Probably W. would be found hiding under the bed in Jefferson’s old room, refusing to really depart his abode of the last eight years. It could work.

And in the field of science fiction movies – RobamaCop: an update of the classic 1987 film about a cybernetic police officer. This time, after cleaning up the streets of various Illinois towns, he decides to run for president. He has some issues when the robot populace wonders if he’s robot enough. Still, he perseveres and infuses the land with hope and promise – all this while still shooting the occasional felon … and cyber-zombies.

I know for a fact that VH-1 is trying to put together a show called Barack and Roll, where they take samples from the presidential iPod and play those videos (no doubt with annoying pop-ins of folks writing “shout outs” from the internet). I, too, weep for the future of entertainment. At least it’d be better than Rock of Love.

Now, if only I could finagle Alyssa Milano into a cabinet position. That last sentence excited me rather more than it should have. I’ll see you next month.