When I first started studying in 84 at the ripe ol age of 29, I was told oft and repeatedly that JWs did everything in moderation, and nothing sinful or unbiblical. Apparently, like everything else, they have added footnotes to the scriptures that say not to get DRUNK, as that seems to be their only "legitimate" (read, UNREGULATED) escape from the reality that is the Witchtrowel Babble and Trash Sectciety.
There was one elder in my first congregation that reeked of alcohol even first thing in the morning at field service. I was told by someone "born in the truth" that he had a "body chemistry problem, whereby when he would sweat it would SMELL like alcohol, and he did sweat profusely...hence the reddenned face." And...I BOUGHT that. I cant EVEN believe that I did...but I did. Three years later the man DIED of scerosis of the liver. And only THEN did the rebuking start and the badmouthing about what an embarrassment the guy was.
In my third congregation, there were four brothers, and a father, who were ALL dyed in the wool dubs, ALL elders, ALL prominent respected men...and the one brother who was our PO would come in so drunk on Sunday morning that they had to prop him up against the back wall of the hall by himself. We were told, however, that he had a herniated disk in his back and sitting was difficult for him. And so what is that lovely odor around him then? Bengay? More like Bendrinkin.
Every JW wedding I went to in 13 years, the "friends" got sloshed. Looking back, I see more clearly what a pathetic hoarde we were, and they are...hating every minute of their lives, doing what they could to forget about it, no matter how horrid the headache the day after.
Rutherford started it all.