This cover from the New Yorker is absolutely savage.
It destroys Trump and reduces him to little more than a figure of stark raving madness. It is social commentary of the highest level, taking all of the finest elements of the visual arts - the red tie, the triple chins, the sweep of artificial hair - and shows us Trump's perpetual howl of ignorant rage. Having him blinded by a misapplied surgical mask is the icing on the cake. Even his fake whitened teeth are treated with contempt.