While I don't have any illusions that the GOP will, if it wins the Senate, display many (if any) heroic instances of intestinal fortitude, there is at least the satisfaction to be gained from seeing the execrable Harry Reid lose his job as majority leader. And I'd pay to see the facilities management people prying him out of the leadership chair to which he will likely epoxy his crinkly old ass as a last act of senile defiance.
Also, I fully expect Obama to continue playing the petulant prima donna, waiting for the multitudes to recover their previous worshipful admiration for his boundless awesomeness. Mark my word, he will end his term by sitting in the Oval Office, perhaps surrounded by the last handful of his die-hard supporters, clacking a couple of steel balls in his hand repeatedly, wallowing in paranoid self-pity, his face only lighting up when he recalls an imaginary victory over his detractors ("Ah, but the strawberries! That's where I had them..").