I don't really identify myself as 'English' - especially having spent three years living in Scotland, and now being satisfyingly displaced.
As Bill Hicks crudely put it, it's a round planet, and you didn't have much of a say in deciding where you were spewed forth into the world, so the whole idea of national pride is ridiculous. At its worst, it's the sort of thing people fight wars over - and as an atheist and a non-driver/oil consumer too, my pacifist CV is looking about as rosy as can be hoped for by a reluctantly privileged slave to the post-Imperial system.
I've never had any interest in tracing back my family history to find out where I came from. This is partly because my dad's a farmer, which brings up all sorts of worrying scenarios of tangled branches best left unexplored, but also because it wouldn't mean anything to me to find out that a long-dead ancestor was French or something. Would that help explain my excellent fashion sense, penchant for molluscs and success with the ladies (as I call them)? Of course not. Even if any of those things were true.
You only have to look at the differences between China and Taiwan, where the people come from the same stock, to see that cultural attitudes aren't genetically determined - so the idea of writing off a whole nation because of a few bad examples is unscientific and essentially racist.
Unless you're talking about the English, that is. Who are complete dicks abroad.