I find nothing to disagree with in your latest post. I just think that JPII is part of that army.
The Tridentine Mass should never have been suppressed at all. The Novus Ordo Mass should never have been invented, much less standardized, much less allowed to be invented by Bugnini and his Masonic p[als, etc. You really would be surprised at hoiw very much I agree with many of you on the matters of the vast preferability of the Old Rite. I must say, however, that I lived through having the Old Mass ripped away and suppressed and I know a fair number of Catholics who are just absolutely convinced that the Tridentine is alien territory because it is in Latin. On behalf of my long dead Irish immigrant grandmother, I half jokingly respond that, if they were saying their rosaries as they ought to be doing, they would not notice. They actually like the Novus Ordo in spite of its linguistic and choreographic horrors and they attend with a full understanding of what the priest ought to have meant to say when he said something warped by ICEL instead. Many of them were born after the suppression by Paul VI and regard Tridentine Catholics as a little eccentric and bizarre except, of course, for their personal acquaintances who are merely inexplicable. I want the Novus Ordo to die a very long death of attrition and I want its adherents to come willingly to the Mass of their ancestors. I don't want done to them what was done to us. I also want us to have enough sense to adopt a style of persuasion more akin to respectful reasoning than to gun-to-the-head duress.
Ah, yes, felt banners. Saw my first felt-banner festooned excuse for a Catholic Church some years ago (late 1980s) when trapped on vacation on Block Island (part of the Commonwealth of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations) on a Sunday with no alternative and no ay of getting to an alternative on time. Despite nausea, I suffered through one of the worst excuses for a Mass I ever hope to witness (a genuine Novus Agony, a liturgical nuclear toothache). Missionaries need to be sent to be sent to Block Island to convert the natives but first, they must burn the felt banners, sort of analogous to St. Boniface cutting down the worshipped trees of the ancient Germans.
By attending Novus Ordo Masses of far greater reverence in my town of residence which I often do, I am noticing marked improvement in the first two years under a brilliant young monsignor (and may God grant, future bishop of ours or some other lucky diocese) who is systematically stomping out the Kumbaya corruptions of his predecessor and getting people to dress and behave properly at Mass, say regular rosaries, confess their sins, regain a sense of the real Presence in the Eucharist, ultra orthodox sermons, and he got in trouble with the worst of the parishioners at a previous country club Kumbaya parish for insistently restoring the kneelers. Of course, our sainted Bishop Doran appreciates his each and every effort and promotes him accordingly.