I have been wanting to post something about this ever since I heard about it, days ago.  Others have done yeoman's work to cover it.  For example, LifeSite.

The bare bones: At an ultra-liberal parish in Portland - and that means waaaay out there, 'cause it's Portland - aging-hippies rose up in revolt against their new pastor, a Nigerian-born priest, who was getting rid of, inter alia, the dreadful liturgical junk and the "gay" stuff.  They had a spittle-flecked nutty and got the local press on his case. The secular paper had an article so biased that it read like Eye Of The Tiber... but was not satire.   During Mass the geriatric libs, reliving their halcyon days of Woodstock glory, protested with signs and shouting, tambourines or noise-makers, etc.  There is video.  Get that groooovy song at the end.

What a goat rodeo.  That poor priest.  In that place.  Wow.  Just wow.

If I were the Archbishop there, I would go there, listen, and - knowing full well in advance what would happen, be ready with options.  [All due respect to my old friend Archbp. Sample.  I don't want to be a bishop anywhere.  And I pray for you.]

Remember my descriptions of what drives aging hippies?  They are channeling those formative experiences, those halcyon days of protests, sexual revolution, Vatican II, all fused into an iconic moment.  They see something remotely conservative and they are triggered - POP! - and they go into silly mode, reliving their glory days.

Yes... so, for the length of this post I'm now Archbishop there... let's have the meeting with these elderly congregationalists and then give them three options, sort of like Monty Hall and Let's Make A Deal.

"Dear ladies and other congregationalists, I've listened to what you had to say. I've heard your demands and insults when you interrupted me. I've read your signs. I've got a good picture of your position. Here's my position.

Since you are playing a really dangerous game with your souls and your salvation, and committing dreadful scandal to others, I'll play along.

You can choose what's behind Door #1, Door #2 or Door #3."

[The curtain pulls back to reveal the big doors with numbers.]

"Well? C'mon! You have three choices."

[... they look all around at each other until one of them, with really short gray hair and a flannel shirt over a tie-dyed rainbow tee says ...]

"Door #1 please!"

"Thanks for your choice! Behind Door #1 we have a brand new

.... INTERDICT!"

[MUSIC -

- ANNOUNCER VOICE: "An interdict is a censure imposed when someone incites hatred against the Holy See or the local bishop because of some act of ecclesiastical power (such as assigning a certain priest to a parish), or joins an association that plots against the Church or who commits simony."]

"It seems to me that by fighting in such a disruptive way against Father you are also attacking me, your Archbishop, as well as the Church's teachings and laws. You've demonstrated contempt for me all evening. Thanks for that. You removed doubt.  Just to be clear, an interdict forbids people to celebrate or receive any of the sacraments or to take any liturgical role such as a reader, or nearly always unnecessary minister of Communion. If you violate the interdict and try to take a role at Mass or try to receive the Eucharist, which under canons 915 and 916 you should not approach and should not be given to you, the Mass... sorry, I'll speak your language for your religion - liturgy or empowerment session or whatever, would have to be halted and the person or persons should even be expelled.

[crickets... the Archbishop continues:]

"I'll just remind you that in most places, it is illegal to interrupt a church service. I suppose if we have an off-duty cop present (a good idea anyway) that could help."

[crickets]

"You don't seem enthusiastic. If you don't like that option, maybe we can maaaaaaake a deal! First, let me ask you,