The taxi-onomy of oppression

I saw a taxi today with a sticker proclaiming li kol zalem nehaya [‘every oppressor meets his end’] which I thought was a powerful variation on the usual ‘baby on board’ and ‘I’d rather be diving’ themes.
I will not mention how apposite this slogan is for taxi drivers themselves. Nor will I bring up the fact that they themselves manage to squeeze an enormous amount of oppression into a ten minute journey, in the form of relentless discussion of whether Egypt is better than the UK, and/or questions pertaining to my marital status, and finally another (this time heated) ‘discussion’ about the legitimacy of charging 50 L.E to go from Tahrir to Doqqi.