Hah! And I say Hah!, again!
Your weapons are useless against us, sir. Those of us who live in the upper tier of states are well aware of the protective powers of flannel. And to counterattack with, we have a vast army of bearded men, tastefully outfitted in glaring BLAZE ORANGE! Picture it, my friend - a horde of Yoopers on the right flank, a host of Scandinavian Lutherans on the left, and a swarm of Wisconsin Cheeseheads in the center. The horror! The horror!
Your vaunted cold also raises no fear among us! We have dealt with your Alberta Clippers and Sasketchewan Screamers for years. Why, for some of us, winter is the best 6 months of the year.
Really, the very idea of your conquering the States is ridiculous. Once your armies arrived, and had an opportunity to taste the finer brews, the better cuisine, and observe the more beautiful women, they would desert in droves. Overnight, these stolid, sober Canadians would morph into suave, self-assured Americans, tailgating in the stadium parking lot before the Big Game.
In the interests of all, call off this mad plan of yours! Spare the world the carnage that would ensue! Let us agree to live in harmony and peace - you will keep Celine Dion and professional hockey, and we will keep Al Gore and baseball.
Yours in brotherhood,
A Friend of the Devil