I called the election for Romney on September 12, on the heels of the debacle in Libya, and I see no need to change my mind. Mitt will win easily, with 300+ Electoral College votes.
The happiest person to see it will be Barack Obama, who, I think, will be glad to quit this whole business of being President. It's a bit tougher than it looks.
And it's probably just as well for him. He would be the lame duckiest of lame ducks, with a poisonously hostile Congress that owes him precisely zero favors, and facing impeachment over Benghazi. (As a bonus, it likely destroys any Hillary Clinton political future, too.) But all that goes away if he loses on Tuesday.
I won't be live blogging it; I intend to repair to my bed early in the evening, with only a pitcher of my famous martinis (secret ingredient: a few dashes of Angostura Orange bitters) to keep me company while I watch the proceedings unfold. To be sure, I might be wrong about all of this, and Obama will sweep to a triumphant victory. But fear not -- I have prepared for just that eventuality, having secured a few fistfuls of barbiturates (secret ingredient: cyanide), and will see you on the other side of Eternity.