They will make it uncivil.

I will grill smoked ribs in the rotunda.

I'll wear a stethoscope and write on a piece of paper that I've un-diagnosed everyone in the room with Cornona because I'm highly credentialed science doctor with all of the stamps that I pasted to the back of the paper. Thus, I'm the expert. That's actually my pronoun. Expert/Experts/Experts.

Power is illusory, and you can prove it. Force isn't, but then, why should you accept being treated with force.