Sasha Obama owns our asses

You know Sasha is going to be the breakout star of the family.  She clearly has a plan.  She knows that she's got to play the game for a while.  But come on, everybody always knew that Beyonce was going to eventually bail on Destiny's Child and go solo.  I'm just saying.

This is Sasha going to her first day of school, which would be adorable no matter what it looked like.  But the little Kilroy pose she's throwing here attains a level of cuteness that America hasn't seen in the White House since this:

And that's the "Stairway To Heaven" of White House cuteness.  But the under-the-desk move was the cutest thing John-John Kennedy ever came up with in his entire career.  Sasha already topped that when she grabbed the mic from her mom at the Democratic convention and started repeatedly shouting "Hi Daddy!" at the video image of her father.  And girlfriend hasn't even moved into the White House or gotten that puppy.  

You can't really look at this photo of Sasha for too long without laughing through tears. She's in her armored limo,  looking at her new school through three inches of glass and you can see about a million different emotions in those little eyes.  My chest hurts.  I'm really not equipped to handle this much cuteness.  And I spend about four hours a day searching You Tube for videos of kittens yawning.  But Sasha Obama's shit is almost too intense for me.  It's crippling.  Point is, Sasha owns us now.  She'll be able to go completely Dick Cheney on the American people and we'll all be powerless to stop her because she'll look so fucking adorable skipping around with the nuclear football handcuffed to her tiny little wrist.