The amount of disinformation and misinformation out there is staggering. As you note, the whole current Mass of Pope Paul VI as it is practiced today in the majority of U.S. parishes is not at all what the council itself voted on or called for; the first 40 some years of the translation recently corrected were marred by the poverty of that translation coupled with a disregard for the rubrics and an upheaval mirrored in the ‘spirit of the 60s’ society, and we aren’t even simply working in a spirit of companionship and "Maybe we were too quick to throw away things we thought of as ‘old’, maybe we complained we didn’t understand not out of a supposed wish for simplicity and ‘back to the roots’ (which, in any case, was never accurately carried out in either instance), but out of a misplaced understanding that instead of making things ‘modern’ (because much of that ‘modern thought’ is now as outdated as the supposed ‘old Mass’ was thought to be), we needed to be exploring the treasure of the Mass in all its nobility and ‘otherness’ more deeply.
The other day my 88 year old mother mentioned to me that through her youth and early adulthood, there was always a special atmosphere in any Catholic Church anywhere–a ‘sacred’ sense. A special sense. Even one’s Protestant friends who might come to visit remarked on it. . . everything from the stained glass, the music, the incense, the vestments, the Latin, stirred all the five senses, lifted people’s minds ‘upward’, made one think of the ‘otherness’ and the grandeur and otherworldly being of God. But for the last few decades, she said, "That has gone’. Some think they were just ‘externals’, but they weren’t! Oh mind you, she said, "There are still churches with lovely stained glass. There are churches full of smiling, friendly greeters. There is all kinds of music, announcements full of "groups’ and meetings and get-togethers, ‘stand and greet your neighbor’. . .there are still homilies where one gets to hear talk about the gospel (and not so much talk about politics, though there’s plenty of that). . .but 'there’s just nothing ‘other’ there. It’s all just. . .us. No sense of the sacred, no sense really of God as though it was His House where we would come to worship Him. This is just like going down to the local town hall, having a gathering, chatting, coffee, settling some things that affect ‘the community’, and going home. Pleasant, utilitarian, and easily forgotten and above all, it’s all about US.