Ok - here's what usually happens...

A guy writes a great premise - that goes to a team of writers who think "Awsome sweetness babe - this thing can really fly" - then they slap together a pilot script. 

It then get's shot with a little begging on hands and knees and a little donkey kissing thrown in for good measure - and it goes to network and get's viewed by some sans-personality business drones who get all hot and bothered over NASDAQ reports, and who think a really fun past time is argueing the merits of CDs over Bonds, over a couple of shooters at the local rich clowns club.

THEN - a monkey suit with soggy white bread, graham cracker sensibilites has a sudden, miraculous, amazing epiphany of halfway decent taste - and says "air it".

SOOOooooo - the pilot get's aired - and get's viewers out the wazoo. Then - the suit tells the production staff - you've got your first season, I want six episodes shot by the time I finish wiping my backside in the crapper.

And thus - for about a season or two - the series is interesting and halfway decent, until the executive producer get's a call from big chief numb marbles over at corporate - who starts telling him how to change his show to keep the sponsors happy and to appeal to the lowest common denominators possible to boost viewers, to drag in new viewers who may not have been into it before by introducing lame angles, and to stimulate the bottom line.

The executive producer then starts rattling the production staffs monkey tree - the writing staff is then asked to prostitute their sensibilities and cave in to the assinine ramblings of some suit and tie jackass who wouldn't know the difference between Shakespeare and Shakey's Pizza, and after a while - the writing staff aquires a "who gives a big raunchy SH!#" attitude, get's panicky and punchy from trying to keep the corporate mannequins happy, and finally - the show tanks, goes belly up, and DIES!!!!!

Thus - "JERICHO"

The end,