“But it’s past its expiration date,” she said. “How do you know it’s still good?” “Because it’s butter,” I said. “It’s always good.” I know when my father has done something wrong because there’s no butter in the fridge.

This September marked three years of agvocating for our dairy farm. Since I started, I have met so many amazing people across the country, traveled to states I have never visited and gained some great friends along the way. I have, however, had my fair share of vegan extremists, Internet trolls and social media drama.

I will never understand people’s obsession with costumes. I was invited to a costume party a while back, and when asked what I was going to come as, I replied, “A sexy farmer.” To which, my friend asked me: “Why?”

Surrendering to a European Union (EU) seizure of common food names would cost the U.S. dairy industry billions of dollars, slash domestic cheese consumption and increase prices for consumers, according to an analysis released by Informa Economics IEG (a summary of the report can be found here).

Any trip to a supermarket or restaurant these days would suggest that many safe, effective, science-based and common practices in agriculture are on a collective collision course with expectations down the food chain about how food “ought” to be produced.

Consumers today have been duped. Not by dairy farmers, but by the alternative, fake milk marketers. Alternative milks have been propped up as being healthy alternatives to milk, and they’re labeled with claims like “dairy-free,” “fat-free,” etc., as if these are healthy claims.

It started with a press release from the USDA titled “USDA Announces Safety Net Assistance for Milk Producers Due to Tightening Dairy Margins.”

I find it interesting how the proponents of socialism hang on to the concept of equal rights, thinking that it means distribution of wealth and property. They scream for the rich to share their wealth because they have it to give.

I have been blogging and using social media to share my farm story for quite a few years now. When I first started, I knew there were going to be people who didn’t like what I had to say or didn’t agree with animal agriculture.

In 1968, I started as a dairy farmer with my father in a first-generation dairy farm in the Netherlands. Since then, I’ve experienced a lot of changes in my life.