I do know family farmers. I know what they’re like. I know what their lives are like. I know how they treat their animals and I know what they do to them. They’re not bad people, but that doesn’t make what they do right.
You’ve said it yourself. They care for those animals because that makes their food better. They’re simple commodities. They wouldn’t give a shit about them if they couldn’t benefit from them. Isn’t it great, how animals only matter when it’s convenient for us? But that is a twisted definition of love. If you truly love someone, be it human or nonhuman, you don’t use them. You don’t objectify them. And, most importantly, you don’t kill them.
"Because those animals wouldn’t even exist if they were not intended for slaughter, or milking."
I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not exist than be used exclusively as a resource and then get killed.