Now I live alone, I only have the mugs I like, which are bone china and simply white, which I buy in the sale time so have a couple of spare if one breaks. But , of course, had much more with the family.
My father used to say cracks harboured germs etc, and after having to put up with whatever they had in the war time, would never allow a cracked mug to be used even to put something in the fridge. But what I liked to do was quite simple.
Any cracked ones would be kept in a plastic bag in the kitchen. Then on an infuriating day of whatever annoyance from banks, bills, children or whatever, I used to really enjoy going to the bag and getting one or two mugs out and with great force throwing them on the floor so that they smashed!! It was very simple to sweep up the bits and chuck into the bin and it relieved my feelings mightily.!!
Now on my own rarely break any but if I did I would save them to have a Donald Trump moment. Try to avoid hearing anything about the lunatic but if I do it would give me great pleasure to rechristen the mug and smash it!!