This happens in real life as well as fairytales:
That rousing, robust, and richly-deserved damnation of the Shithead in Chief, by the mother of one of his most recent victims, should ring in his ears until he dies, hopefully while being buried alive by the mob, with dirt shoveled onto his still blinking eyes, until the weight of his crimes is equaled by the weight of the earth upon his chest that suffocates the miserable life out of him.
h/t Odd Job
There's another picture you probably saw this week. But it wasn't finished, as given.
Allow us to add the proper finishing touches:
Rest assured his trousers have matching racing stripes of cowardice, except those run down the insides of the legs.