When I think of Canadians, I think of toothless hockey players taking off their gloves and wailing on each other. I think of big strapping lads wearing flannel shirts bringing down mighty oak trees with a few swings of their ax. Then there’s Dudley Do-Right and the Mounted Police. Fur trappers. Those dudes going off the ski jump in the old Wide World of Sports prelude. Big Prime ministers like Brian Mulroney. Tough dudes fishing off the Grand Banks in 50 foot sea swells. When we tried to take Quebec in 1775, y’all put up a hell of a scrap. I respect you fellows.