That ship has sailed, son. The Occupy movement couldn’t keep their collective eye on the ball and, in the grand tradition of the professional left, let a movement that should have been tremendously motivating to the average working stiff in America get hijacked by the usual slaw of bong-watered granola-shavers and Free Mumia dipshits and International ANSWER Chomsky sophomores and Black Bloc gutterpunks. As soon as the Oakland branch became the national focus of the movement, the game was up, and rightly so.
Back to the drawing board, kids. Need to start over, need to come up with a new brand and a tight focus and no getting distracted by the barnacles that have glommed onto every remotely-progressive response movement for thirty years. Load up on khakis and polos and try for a telegenic and inclusive movement for once.