I'd buy a case of whiskey, move all rifles and ammo on to the roof of my house, don a cutoff tee shirt with a Canadian flag that reveals my stomach, and wait on my roof.
Then, when the first wave of Americans approaches, I'd lock and load and yell out...
"Dey turk errr jobs!" ka-BOOM!
*rifleman esque reload*
"Dey turk errr jobs!" ka-BOOM!
*shell casings flying*
"DEYDUKADURR!!!" ka-BOOM!
*fade out to a image of a Canadian flag proudly flying in the wind*
Fin.
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